ms god-damn-mother-fucking-CB mood!

i think miss god-damned-mother-fucking-CB-mood came and find me again.
im feeling really in a low god damn mood.
i need a strong alcoholic drink and no replies! wth!

happy birthday mich!

happy birthday michellleeeeeee yeowwwwww...
i jus had to put ur surname, scare ppl duno which michelle is it...
hee...

i wish the bday gal - stay LOVELY forever.
but upon her request i added another...
--- hope you get richer and richer ------

LOL
LOL

loves of love,
isa

lifestyle checklist needed

i need to keep my lifestyle in check!

That means:
1. less oily food, more vege, more fruits, less oily meat and more fish!

2. less snacking! less chips/chocs(hw can i resist my all-time love)/sweets/gassy stuff

3. less shopping! - yes i know ive said it many many many times but what can a gal do when she sees pretty stuff?

4. less RED figures in my bank account - its depleting till i cant see the end of the tunnel...

5. less slacking and more time & effort into my books - exams coming, i m still not the least gan jiong.

6. less lazing ard and more exercise.

now wheres my cute ballpoint to let me start a checklist!

happy birthday machi!

Happy birthday my machi mei mei!

i know things has been hectic and stress for you now. be it school or work.
but stay strong. :)
everyone can see ur hard work!

no matter what, stay happy, stay chirpy.
most importantly stay the way you always have been!

this is another year we are going thru the first machi's bday.
there will be many many to come :)

hugsssss...

Juicy News! - Look closely, there is a hidden secret

Xin.sg - Wednesday, March 25
Every cloud has a silver lining. The woman behind the success of Hong Kong's heavenly king is finally getting her well-deserved reward.

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After 24 years of silent support, Carol Chu is finally becoming Mrs. Lau. She will be marrying Andy Lau in end April and their guest list has been finalized. Among the guests included Miu Kiu Wai, Wong Yat Wa and Feon who are of the Five Tigers and hot star babe were credited for their success in the 1980s TVB drama and 2008.

Hong Kong Oriental Sunday recently saw Chu shopping for her wedding dowry at North Point, Hong Kong. It was also reported that the wedding is will take place end of April and not Apr 6 as rumored. Lau, who always act with caution, screened his guest list very strictly.

Friends from showbiz who would be invited include Miu Kiu Wai and Wong Yat Wa, two of his friends from the 1980s TVB "Five Tigers". His old friends Isabelle Pan and Sandra Ng will not be invited.

It was reported that Lau was seen in February in Malaysia, meeting with Chu and her parents – Margaret & David to discuss their wedding matters. According to reliable sources, Oriental Sunday reported that the actual wedding date is in end April, after Lau's concert in Kuala Lumpur on Apr 27.

The wedding will last for three days because Chu is from an influential family and Lau would like the affair to be a low profile yet grand one. Chu's family and friends, and Lau's immediate family and close friends will only grace the wedding. Miu and Wong and their spouses are the only artistes to be invited so far.

Though the wedding will not take place on Apr 6 as rumored, Lau will still spend the day in Malaysia with his fiancée to celebrate her birthday and to send out wedding invites to Chu's family and friends, adding special meaning to Chu's birthday.

Further to that news,

Apparantly when invitation cards were sent out, feon was appalled. she din expected that Miu Kiu Wai will be bringing his current squeeze, Melinda Tan. Apparantly feon was once irritated by Melinda's constant washing at her house bath room.
No invitation card was send to Isabelle Pan. As reporters Interviewed her, her reply was - "No comments, not free."

End of report.
Daily Apple.

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hahahaha
it started off as a joke by a colleague, Feon.
Further to that i added the ending part.

LOL LOL....
i do wish andy will invite me though.
haaaa... :)

Caution. some of you might experience discomfort.

i think ive been really down on my luck.
doc say i have shingles. cause of the rashes on my back.
haiii...

No one knows for sure what causes the chickenpox virus to become activated to cause shingles. Some possibilities include the following:

Stress
Fatigue
A weakened immune system (This may be age-related, disease-related, or a drug-related decrease in ability to keep the chickenpox virus in an inactive state.)
Cancer (i hope not!)
Radiation treatments (i hope not!)
Injury of the skin where the rash occurs

Shingles Symptoms
Depending on the nerves involved, shingles can affect many parts of the body.

The first symptom of shingles is often extreme sensitivity or pain in a broad band on one side of the body. The sensation can be itching, tingling, burning, constant aching, or deep, shooting, or "lightning bolt" pain.
Typically, 1-3 days after the pain starts, a rash with raised, red bumps and blisters erupts on the skin in the same distribution as the pain. They become pus-filled, then form scabs by 10-12 days.
The rash disappears as the scabs fall off in the next 2-3 weeks, and scarring may result.

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oh well.
everything's been on the down side for me....
now shingles and its itching the shite out of me! hate it!

current new 'fav' hobby

soooo muchhhh 'fun'
dateline: 21st march 2359.

too much stress vs too much pride

im been haunted by vomitting and a headache tat wun go away.
its hurting so much, even my ears are painful.
and guess what - im in school now.

i reali dun expect you to understand but at least not react in this way.
its reali hurting.

ive been in a snappy mood and i reali dun wanna snap at you.
last nite while doing my assignments i started crying.
mag says im too stressed.
doc says i've tension stress.
i really duno.
its like i feel that going to sch is such a chore now.
i dread having to head to sch after a day of work.
i dread having to burn wk ends to get assignments done.
i know
i BLOODY KNOW THAT THEY ARE JUST SACRIFICES FOR TAT STUPID PC OF PAPER AND THE JOY OF WEARING THAT FUCK SQUARE HAT.
but im really tired.
i wan to give up but deep dwn my pride at being called a failure is holding me back.
another 1.5yrs more.
oh... and one more fuck thing - my exams falls before, over and after my bday.
GREAT.
if i flunk any papers, it will just be a glorious bday rite??!!!
self pity?

How could you?

HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.

I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.

A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.


A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.

Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Jim Willis

p/s: even if im nt a fanatic dog lover, this article brought a tear to my eyes.

who invented period?

sometimes i wonder who invented menstration?
god? eve?

at occasional times, im truly happy to see the timely period filled up.
but i dread the pre-menstration period.

it gets on my nerves!

i suppose/ should say most gals will feel the same as me.

before the period descend on me, the signs bug me madly....

1. i munch and munch and munch.
2. i get cramps on and off and on and off.
3. back ache! i experienced one time last sat, i tot i was going to die.
4. pimples. oily skin. bloated fat face.
5. bloated tummy (already got tummy, nw still bloated :/ ) , resulting i cant wear certain outfits cause it shows terribly.
6. i get weird mood swings and super sleepy tendency.

GOSH!~
nw tat im TANNED, i look even weird bloated. eurgh!

NOW tell me who invented menstration that leads to pre-menstration symptons?

school...

im in school nw. Yippie do da day! :/
Waste of a gd sat noon... Zzzz

Im blogging in class nw via my nokia e71

what do you call a chio bu who is full from lunch?

what do you call a chio bu who is full from lunch?
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rain. . .

on rainy days like this, theres nuthing i wish best den to do the stuff i love.

if im in the office, i get cravings for a hot cuppa coffee, top with extra milk to make it all creamy n sweet.
*slurp*

if i m at home, i like to surf net in bed with my comforter around me. accompanied by eeyore, minnie & goldie.
*sigh comfortably*

if im at baby's home, i wan to cuddle next to him and just lying there *no R rated stuff here*
haaha.

nothing beats:

driving around aimlessly on the expressway,
soft music blasting on the background.
raindrop tapping outside.

sharing a hot sundae and fries take out from MAC.
chatting about wat we did in the week.
and just being with each other.

:)

one time? two time? three time? many times?

love is falling in love with the person over n over again.

NOW! hw many times did i fall in love with the bf?
*pondering*