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Monday, March 22, 2010

How did your Saturday go? My sucked, literally.
It was like the most unlucky day of my life!

That very day, I left the house wearing a white formal top, dark skinny jeans and a pair of heels. The sky was being an ass, dark and gloomy all over. Yeah, you guessed it right. As I was walking towards the train station, it started to pour. Being the lazy me, I never liked carrying a bag out and that would mean that I did not have an umbrella on me. I was drenched and soaked to the skin! Yes, in a white top. -.-

Being caught in the rain made me do what most people would do. I ran to the nearest shelter and which was like a good 300 meters away from me - The train station. As I was rushing for time, I immediately wanted to enter the gantry to board the train which was like reaching in a minute or so. I reached into my pocket for my Ez-link card, and WOAH LAH! It's gone! I guessed I must have dropped it on my way to the train station. It's like the only card with my Primary 6 photo on it, and boy did I look retarded. I was sad.

Having no other choice, I bought a single trip card for myself and boarded the train. And of course, being wet all over, I was shivering in the air-conditioned train. Soon, my white top dried, and it was crumpled all over. It made me look really sloppy and I dislike that.

I arrived at my destination a while later, feeling my damp clothes all over. All went well until I had to crawl under the table to get out of the place that I was in. Don't ask me why I had to crawl under the table, but I just had to. And OUCH! I accidentally stepped on my thumb with the back of my heels. It hurt like crap, and my thumb was bleeding internally.

Of course, I wasn't in the best of mood after all the above had happened. But at least my later part of the day went well until on my way home. I was in the train again and I felt that my right foot was a little weird. I looked down, and realized that my heels and an 'opened mouth'! It was really embarrassing and everyone looked at me weirdly. I, obviously, had difficulty walking home.

I cursed my luck that very day. It was really terrible for me. I thought being caught in the rain was bad enough, but look, there are even more worst things to come! HAHA. Of course I learnt my lesson to bring an umbrella once I stepped out of my house. But it really sucks when you bring an umbrella and it doesn't rain, and when you don't, it rains!

AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?
YES I AM RIGHT!

HAHA. Seriously, I hope it won't happen again!
;D


4:28 AM


Thursday, March 11, 2010

HHHEYYYYYAAAA!


OMG OMG!

I just found out something really cool today. I mean, really really cool. After not training for around 8 months or more, I realized that I could do like 2 pull-ups! It's like an accomplishment! I used to do none when I was training, and even had difficulty in assisted pull-ups. But hey, I can do 2 pull-ups now! WHOOO! Pretty cool uh!

I shall just wait for the number to increase.

;D


6:52 AM


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I drew this in class when I was really bored. I wished I had a soft toy like this!


Scary uhhhhh! ;D
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On the side note, the above isn't what I was going to talk about in my this post, but the below is.

I don't know if this is only happening to me, or to many others too. I think that it has come to a point, where many people would start asking about my ambition, what I plan to do or where I plan to go in life. Just like week I had 5 people asking me the same thing over and over again and 2 this week. Of course, this question would not come as a surprise to me, but it's a little tough on my side to answer this question.

Normally, my answer to their question would be to be a 'Rubbish Collector'. These people would then either laugh off at my answer, or they would start lecturing me about setting my targets so low and that I should aim somewhere higher in this day and age. But ... They never seemed to look at things from a different perspective. They obviously look at the negative side, and are definitely following the social stigma that society have on these 'Rubbish Collectors'. (They consider collecting rubbish as something for the poor and uneducated, for the elderly.)

There are many reasons why I said I wanted to be a 'Rubbish Collector'. I would list them down below, with not much elaboration and in no order of importance.

1. I would want to experience what it is like, living a tough life. I want to be able to go through what these people are going through, so as to feel for them and place myself in their shoes.

2. I would not have to fight with others climbing up the corporate ladder. I believe that nobody in the right mind would want to do such a dirty and smelly job, probably except me.

3. I can be friends with the Bangladeshis, elderly people and Sri Lankan ladies who are in the same job line as me, and I could learn new things from these people.

4. It is a less stressful job as compared to those office workers, and I would not age that easily losing my brain cells.

5. Who knows someday that I might be able to find a winning lottery paper in the rubbish chute and I would then be able to earn big bucks without having to work.

6. Who knows someday that I would be able to find new ways of dumping and clearing rubbish that I start my own company and hire people to work under me. At the same time being environmentally friendly too.

7. Many people would respect me and play their part in not littering as they know that I am one of those who keeps the country clean to what it is today.

8. Last but not least, I would learn to become a better person. To be contented in what I have, to not greed and play a part to help society.

I WISHED!

Of course, leading that life of a 'Rubbish Collector' would have its cons too. I would always have to worry about my finances and I would have nothing saved for rainy days. But that isn't my whole point of saying the above.

The whole point of me saying that I want to be a 'Rubbish Collector' is that I do not know what I want to do in life. There is just so many things that I want to be and I want to do, but I just don't know which to choose. That was the whole gist of me saying that I want to be a 'Rubbish Collector' is because I haven't really weigh out my options and there are just so many doors to open.

Just take being a lawyer as an example. I wanted to be a lawyer when I was young. I wanted to help gain back the rights of others. I wanted to be someone who is able to be flexible yet firm in my speech. I didn't mind studying hard to get a degree in law.

But what I feared most is when I would come out to look for a job, and have to be attached under other lawyers. The stress and pressure of the workload that I would have to face is too much for me to handle. I have got friends who have taken their law degree, but dropped the idea of being a lawyer because it was really tough. They mentioned about having to complete their work overnight for a couple of nights before the deadline and many other stuff. But of course, once they have gotten over that stage, life is much easier for them. And, I never thought that I would have to help the unjust when it comes to being a lawyer which I do not want to. After all that said, I just didn't want to waste my time taking a law degree.

I just want to explore all options and not rule out any impossibilities governed by limits of the human mind. Different people, different perspectives. Not many people think along my chain of thoughts. I realized sleeping early is really important.

;D


4:31 AM


Friday, March 5, 2010

I apologize for the long delayed post. The reason for my slow updates on my blog is that life has been really hectic for me, that I can hardly take a breather. There are just things for me to do like for almost every day and I rarely touch my laptop nowadays, or at least, not as much as before.

My life has been really boring, nothing interesting really happens unlike previously. I think it blog is going to have zero readers really soon, perhaps only me left in the end. I need to catch up on my sleep. My dark eye rings are getting really bad, to the extent that Mum nags at me for it. HAHA. Oh well.




So ... As I was clearing up my inbox today, I came across this email which made me laugh. Perhaps it may not be funny to you, but it is funny to me.

Two men, a Chinese and an Indian were sitting in a pub, drinking shots after shots.

The Indian man said to the Chinese guy, "You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't met once. We call this arranged marriage. I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love. I told them openly and now I have hell lot of family problems."

The Chinese said, "Talking about love marriages, I'll tell you my story."

"I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and married her, so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in law. Legally, now my daughter is my mother and my wife is my grandmother. More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son, my brother, is my grandson. Ultimately, I have became my own grandfather and I am my own grandson. AND YOU SAY YOU HAVE FAMILY PROBLEMS !?"

The Indian guy fainted on the spot.

I think this is a pretty cool story. Complicated as it is. Can you imagine drawing a family tree for this Chinese man? I would definitely want to see it!

;D



6:14 AM