tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58086462011-08-09T03:55:30.530+08:00... and so, i realized humbugs weren't actually bugs.pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-59677244562117645552006-11-02T22:58:00.000+08:002007-04-07T01:25:12.458+08:00

To ensure that I don't send myself spiralling into depths of depression envisioning JD and his new amour having wild animal sex daily, I've set myself to a few guidelines.1) Get involved in more getogethers.I often miss events because I have a spectacular habit of not writing anything down.2) Spend more time at the gym.I jog quite a fair bit, but for me, I tend to think more when I jog alone than

pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-1162068926494145022006-10-29T02:38:00.000+08:002006-10-29T16:07:55.542+08:00

I first got to know JD a few years back, through a cousin. We hit it off and became great friends just about right away, because we had so much in common, and could talk for hours on end. Back then, he was single, I was not. I was perfectly happy with my SO, and it felt good to have such a supportive buddy at my side.A year later, my boyfriend moved overseas. It was hard, but we mutually agreed

pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-1075479972601765752005-02-08T23:26:00.000+08:002006-10-29T16:07:55.274+08:00

Chinese New Year. The time when your house, so normally quiet during the year, comes alive with noise and colour. Relatives and friends come in with well-wishes and shouting with chatter, hyperactive children run around in new clothes and combed hair, parroting songs from Chinese musical specials being blared from tvs. Tasty tidbits line living-room tables in jars and lacquered containers, ready

pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-1074439618199146392005-02-06T23:26:00.000+08:002006-10-29T16:07:55.218+08:00

Jane was supposed to come over today, but she couldn't make it because she had flu. Went to the public pool to swim, but it was being cleaned. Went to the park to jog, but it started to rain. Went to Midvalley Megamall to shop, but as today is a Sunday, and the last Sunday before Chinese New Year at that, couldn't find any parking spaces at all and had to leave. Planned to go for nice pizza

pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-1063531050890266102003-09-13T21:17:00.000+08:002006-10-29T16:07:54.687+08:00

Christi has got the 'flu something terrible. I think she got it from me. Maybe I shouldn't have called her out for a yamcha session in Pyramid last night. Told her to keep away from my side of the table, but she kept creeping over anyway. Stubborn lar! Stubborn lar! Took a run around the neighbourhood this evening, as thought the fresh air might do the 'flu some good. I don't know why, but

pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-1063530954188758612003-09-12T17:08:00.000+08:002006-10-29T16:07:54.622+08:00

I have the 'flu; it's the bug going around methinks. Ugh, scratchy throat, perpetually running nose.. it's horrible. If you can resist from getting the 'flu in an air-conditioned classroom full of people coughing, sneezing and hacking phlegm, you either gotta have a really strong immune system, or you just frequent the toilet far too many times.

pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-1063530710965079092003-09-10T17:30:00.000+08:002006-10-29T16:07:54.490+08:00

I was queuing up at the post office to pay some bills when this sweet little old lady with a walking stick came up to me and asked if she could cut in the line before me. Seeing her frail and delicate form, I smiled, nodded, and gave way for her. Almost instantly, she turned and summoned her whole bunch of cohorts over from the back of the queue, to which they happily bustled over and stepped

pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966240994074909560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808646.post-1063476341914574362003-09-09T22:30:00.000+08:002006-10-29T16:07:54.361+08:00

Thought to have an online journal, as I love to write, but am too much of a lazyass to pick up a pen and keep a proper diary. Also, am threatened by the presence of too many snoops in the household. I used to have a weblog a couple years back, but quit due to work overload and stress. Now that I have more time, I guess this would be a good way to combine my writings and practise my designing

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