my mum's birthday was today.
or rather, 27th nov.(:
same as merilyn.
so had a mad frenzy just now
buying presents at bugis.
ran all round the place and
finally bought stuff that look
nice but is cheap.
tiring man.
my mum's taste for watches
is alr difficult to match.
let alone find cheap ones.
lol.
cause if i bought an expensive one,
like a lot of those that are still
LYING at home,
it will prob end up the same way
as the rest of them.
therefore,
had to source for a nice but cheap one.
haha.
I WANT TO GO JAPAN!(:
random rant.haha.
oh ya.(:
i love cameras.
haha.esp when im more free to take pics.
lalala~

下雨天歌词

歌曲：下雨天 歌手：南拳妈妈

下雨天歌词下雨天了怎么办我好想你
不敢打给你我找不到原因
什么失眠的声音
变得好熟悉
沉默的场景做你的代替
陪我听雨滴

期待让人越来越沉迷
谁和我一样
等不到他的谁
爱上你我总在学会
寂寞的滋味
一个人撑伞一个人擦泪
一个人好累

怎样的雨怎样的夜
怎样的我能让你更想念
雨要多大
天要多黑才能够有你的体贴

其实没有我你分不清那些
彻别接近还能多一些
别说你会难过
别说你想改变
被爱的人不用道歉

期待让人越来越疲惫
谁和我一样
等不到他的谁
爱上你我总在学会
寂寞的滋味
一个人撑伞一个人擦泪
一个人好累

怎样的雨怎样的夜
怎样的我能让你更想念
雨要多大
天要多黑才能够有你的体贴

其实没有我你分不清那些
彻别接近还能多一些
别说你会难过
别说你想改变
被爱的人不用道歉

怎样的雨怎样的夜
怎样的我能让你更想念
雨要多大
天要多黑才能够有你的体贴

其实没有我你分不清那些
彻别接近还能多一些
别说你会难过
别说你想改变
被爱的人不用道歉

Dunno why i keep listening to this song nowadays.
hmm.
Going to work for my dad soon.
cant really complain thou,
I one of a lot of ppl who is actually going to
work when the rest are still finding.
And i suddenly feel so lonely cause everyone
is going overseas in the recent period and
i feel so left alone in Singapore.
and theres going to be almost no one to
talk to anymore.
wenyi is alr in aust i think.
choy and ph going japan.
ben in japan.
elina going...er.somewhere.
(cant rmbr at the moment)
xiuqi going thailand and a lotttt of places.
wan lin going thailand(i think)
ended up occupying my time rotting
for the past few days.
sleep, read books, sleep somemore.
shoot.etc.
hmm.
suddenly i have the desire to mug.
siao-ness i know.
but with everyone demanding a part of me,
to go out, to work, to buy prom stuff,
im nearing my wits end.
( in layman's term, I'm going nuts...)
WITH TOO MUCH THINGS TO DO.
this is so crazy and ironic i dunno
what to say.
I just feel this sudden want to stay at
home with my fiction books and read
till my eyes pop out;
or camp somewhere with my camera
and shoot skies until my hands fall apart.
Even to just be on my own in the shooting
range, to just have a little bit of private time
for myself.
oh well. shrug.
hardly ever had any,
doubt I am about to soon.
what with starting work at my dad's place.
and i told ms fau I would help with
the sch team.
and theres my own training.
JIAYOU LA DUCK!
stop being pulled down by all
this rubbish again.
JIAYOU!(:

ok i shall do this lame thing.
but i think i owe wenyi.(:
this was what she wrote on her blog:

'鸭子：

好像很久都没这么叫你了，

好怀念以前的日子哦。

好像有段日子没和你聊天了吧。

最近还好吗？是否心情沮丧？

你说：世界变得越来越复杂，

你说：孩子们多好啊，开心就笑，难过就哭，

你还说：如果世人都能像孩子般

简简单单不做作该有多好。

但是鸭子，你可曾想过，

在变的不是世界而是我们自己。

世界一直以来都是复杂的，

否则不会有那么多大大小小的战争。

我曾经也有和你一样的想法，

感觉好像911之后世界变得好不太平，

后来我明白了，不是世界真的变得不太平，

而是我跟世界的接触变多了。

孩子们之所以单纯，
是因为他们看得还不够，懂得还不多。
他们一旦踏入社会就会发现，

世界其实有许多他们以前不知道的事。

或许这就是为何

有些人将自己隔绝起来吧。

为了避开世间的种种烦恼。

世界从来都没有简单过。

自我逃避不是办法。

懂得去释怀，

把发生的每件事当作一种难得的体验吧!

(^_^)'

so sweet rite.
a post to ME eh.
prob only 2 ppl i know ever did this.
wenyi and marion.
i feel so touched.
and then....
my bro bought me a sony DSLR camera!
WHOO HOO! \(^^)/
saved me a freaking lot of $$
though he seems more obbssessed with it.
oh well, since he paid the money,
nothing i can say.haha.
he has the RIGHTS to fiddle
with the camera.
man.
I can finally be able to go
east coast park to take pic of
the sunrise.
(BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO
GET THERE before THE SUNRISE
I HAVEN FIGURED. O.o)
I can take lots and lots and lots
of pretty sky pictures.
DROOL~
anyway.
im still looking for a job.
currently unemployed.
rawr.
i need the money to feed myself man.
JIAYOU!(:
haha.
*** this post to assure the ppl who are WORRIED,
that im fine and UNemo now. i hope...***

URGH.
i realised i feel the panick.
BUT.i dont seem to be doing
anything about it. rawr~
and i end up blogging instead.
T__________________T

说好的幸福呢 - 周杰伦

　你的绘画凌乱着.
　　在这个时刻.
　　我想起喷泉旁的白鸽.
　　甜蜜散乱了.

　　情绪莫名的拉扯.
　　我还爱你呢.
　　伴你断断续续唱着歌.
　　假装没事了.

　　时间过了走了.
　　爱情面临选择.
　　你冷了倦了我哭了.

　　一开始的不快乐.
　　你用卡片拭写着.
　　有些爱只给到这真的懂了.

　　怎麽了.你累了.说好的.幸福呢
　　我懂了.不说了.爱淡了.梦远了
　　开心与不开心.一一叙说着.你在不舍
　　那些爱过的感觉都太深刻.我都还记得

　　你不等了.说好的.幸福呢
　　我错了.泪干了.放手了后悔了

　　只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着.要怎么停呢

　　你的绘画凌乱着.
　　在这个时刻.
　　我想起喷泉旁的白鸽.
　　甜蜜散乱了.

　　情绪莫名的拉扯.
　　我还爱你呢.
　　伴你断断续续唱着歌.
　　假装没事了.

　　时间过了走了.
　　爱情面临选择.
　　你冷了却了我哭了.

　　一开始的不快乐.
　　你用卡片拭写着.
　　有些爱只给到这真的懂了.

　　怎麽了.你累了.说好的.幸福呢
　　我懂了.不说了.爱淡了.梦远了
　　开心与不开心.一一叙说着.你在不舍
　　那些爱过的感觉都太深刻.我都还记得

　　你不等了.说好的.幸福呢
　　我错了.泪干了.放手了后悔了

　　只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着.要怎么停呢

　　怎麽了. 你累了.说好的.幸福呢.
　　我懂了.不说了.爱淡了.梦淹了.
　　我都还记得.

　　你不等了.说好的.幸福呢
　　我错了.泪干了.放手了后悔了

　　只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着.要怎么停呢

like this song a lottttt.
dunno why also.(:

The Most Beautiful Flower

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me,
all tired from play.

He stood right before me
with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement,
"Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn
- not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower
and go off to play, I faked a small smile
and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared
with surprise,

"It sure smells pretty
and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;
here, it's for you."

The weed before me was
dying......or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it,
or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower,
and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him
placing the flower in my hand,

He held it mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see:
he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

"You're welcome,"
he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered
how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last
I could see
The problem was not with the world
the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful Rose

And smiled as I watched
that young boy,
another weed in his hand

About to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.

Cheryl Costello-Forshey

http://www.cuttyhunkroseinspirations.com/flower.htm

i promised somebody i will try to blog
even when im not emo-ing.
haha. partly to assure the rest of the
people that IM FINE, and not about
to break down anytime soon...
that im still alive.hoho.(:
mon is GP wor.
hard to feel calm.
im trying VERY hard not to panic.
but doesnt really seem to work.
T__________T
im looking forward to after A'S thou.
to go out, to MAKAN,
to meet people whom i owe outings.
and i missed the CEDARIANS like crazy.
long since i siao-ed with the whole bunch le.
hmm. maybe thats why i become
super emo-kid.heh.
just took a picture of the sky that day
while going to sch.

i love the sky when its like that.
blue, clear, happy.
with cotton

candy-like clouds.

pictures of MJC.(:
the place where i spent 2 years of
my life where i knew lots of ppl,
made lots of friends.
where my 3rd/4th home is.(:
my first home - literal home
2nd - CEDAR
3rd - MJC
4th - Yishun SAFRA
the four places i spent the most part
of my life in.
where i laugh, played, cried,
screamed my lungs out.
the places that define my existance.
Even though i maybe not have spent
the happiest time here,
( the happiest was prob at cedar.)
i have learnt lots of things from this
great sch, from the teachers,
from miss lai.
and im really hounoured to
be a MERIDIAN.
i dont tink i will ever regret coming
here despite all the ordeals i had
to go thru.
ODE TO MJC.
haha.feels like lit eh.
(GASP. its next mon.rawr.)

下雨天 歌词

下雨天歌词