Filed under: Random
Isn’t this awesome – another new post.
Something really dumb (but not unusual) happened this morning. The bus turned right. I missed my stop.
Oh, here’s another. I fell down the stairs. Kena my tailbone.
Hi.
Backlogged since last August. Will do something about it. Or not.
ANYWAY, I want to watch Moon.
Filed under: Musings
I wore a red-red top today.
I think I looked not too bad. Definitely much better than the many others who were in red as well.
Ha!
Note to self: Self-praise is no praise.
How could I forget this..
HAPPY 牛 YEAR!!
MOO.
Filed under: Musings
Well, I figured that not everyone are as ballsy/ gutsy.
So. Forgive I shall, and I have convinced myself to remain positive.
Something I have learnt and finally understood: anything can be dealt with from a different angle, perspective, view.
I know, slow.
Filed under: Random
I’m appalled.
I’m appalled by those ball-less men.
Filed under: Work
Monday was going smoothly till I received that maniac’s complain and phone call.
Given the chance, I would really like to say: “Hi there. Now, could you please fuck off.”
Filed under: Musings
2008’s:
- My 20th.
- F1.
- D&D.
- My new, now dead, pet.
- Social night.
- Food. A lot.
- Occasions.
Pictures, many many. Must update. Must.
Anyway, some teaser pictures..
Legslegslegs.
View from the twenty-second?
In loving memory..
Been an awesome fantastically-upsetting year 2008 for me. Well..
HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR.. *throws confetti*
Filed under: Musings
No time is quite a good excuse, a damn overused one.
Let me just put it this way.. I had the intention of updating but no time, lah. I blame F1.. OK. I’m lazy.
Note to self: Strike off once updated.
- MY 20th.
- R’s last book out from Tekong.
- R’s POP.
- New (dead) pet. =(
- F1.
- D&D.
- Climbing up and over and down like a monkey.
- R’s book outs from that super far place.
- Tailing a police car.
- Getting fat(ter).
- FAT people.
Filed under: National Service
I’m trying to 分担一些辛苦-ness..
3 months of training
2 two-weeks confinements
10 book outs
1 POP
1 proud (and fitter) Private
oh, not forgetting very happy Sirs and Sgts
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Goodbye Tekong,
say hello to a three-weeks confinement.
