Story of Adrian and Kit

Room Cleaning

Status: 80% done :)

Nothingless - is that a valid word?

Thursday, 6.30pm - it's been a hectic week. Monday seems like it was a minute ago. My work got stuck, having some issues, hence i can't proceed with my work. By right i should pack up and leave for home now. But i just don't feel like moving. I've actually spent the the last 30 minutes staring blindly at my monitor.

Don't know why i'm feeling a little weird. Maybe it's because i've been rushing and doing everything in super speed since 6.30am in the morning. And suddenly everything came to a halt so i'm experiencing a little inertia (resistance and object has to change in its state of motion). I just feel that my soul is just floating around,not knowing what to do next.

Reflecting back on the past few days, i realized that a lot of people show their true colours when they are feeling pressured. Some people have some funny frown which is permanent on their foreheads as they speak, some raise their voices a lot, some become very defensive and the worse of them all, the guy that slam down the phone in the meeting. Sigh...i have no comments.

I guess i should start relaxing now before the vicious cycle starts again tomorrow at 6am. Crap, just got IM that i should log in tonight to continue working. Meanwhile i'm going to go talk crap with my weird freind who doesn't want to go back also.

Merdeka Day Journal...

9.00am - Morning, the moment i woke up, i had to get ready for pot-bless. Anyway, we reached there (public beach behind brown prince) rather late (my fault totally). Luckily it was a cheerful sunny day - the past few days has been raining cats and dogs. Highlight of the event....Janelle in sexy bikini.

1.30 pm - Next stop, hair maintenance. After not visiting the hair saloon for so long, my hair is beginning to look like the amazon jungle. I also waste a lot of time everyday in front of my mirror trying to tame my hair - contributing to my lateness to everything. Hence it's time i visited the hair saloon. As usual, it's painstakingly slow. And the 5 hours in that chair was pure torture. Picture of me being tortured....

7.00pm - Next agenda, sleep for 2 hours.

9.00pm - Meet up with Keith and go see doctor for my flu and allergy.

12.00am - go home and sleep again.

As you can see from the above, i'm not exactly a patriotic person. I think ppl born after merdeka (51 years and below) are generally not as patriotic as those who went through those hard times during the war. Kekeke....

Wife's Diary vs Husband's Diary

Wife’s Diary

Sunday night – I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a café to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.

Conversation wasn’t flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but his mind was far away. I asked him what was wrong – he said, “Nothing”. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset – he said, “Nothing to do with me and not to worry”. On the way home I told him that I love him, he simple smiled and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know why he didn’t say “I love you too”.

When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV. He seemed so distant and absent. Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later, he followed suit. I decided that I could not take it anymore. So I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I fell asleep. I don’t know what to do.

I’m almost sure his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

Husband’s Diary

Today Manchester United lost again!!! #$%&*$%

Key lesson:

For the ladies : Don’t imagine so much and cause trouble

For the gents : Be more sensitive towards ladies J

Winter Warmers 16-08-08

Attendees:
~Ah Boy~

~Me~ with my favourite drink

~Mom~ before coffee

~Mom~ after coffee

~Dad as usual anti-social and stayed at home~

Monday Floods...

Typical me, i'm just too lazy to work on Mondays. Furthermore it was raining heavily and i just couldn't get out of bed. So i played the MC story to ponteng work on Monday. But then i felt guilty because i found out that a lot of my coulleugues were on leave on Monday and the office was really understaffed. And i had this really important tarining session that i could not miss in the afternoon. So i decided to go in for work after lunch.

It was just raining a few hours, but the whole kampung jawa area right from sunshine quare to intel PG12 was flooded with water ~ maybe averagely about 1ft plus. I had to use first gear to make my way through the flood. At one point of time i did try using 2nd gear, not only my car could not move i felt that it was floating about in the water....and the most kesian thing, my poor car lost its number plate.

Why do you think flash floods always occur?
1. Whoever build the roads think that drains are not important, that's why they build super tiny ones
2. The road builder lost his level tool that's why the roads are not even, causing the water to pool on one side of the road
3. The MPPP sweeper lost his dust pan and sweeps sampah and dried leaves into the drain as solution
4. Ppl in general love to litter (especially plastic bags) that clogs up the drain
5. All of the above
6. Not our fault, it's because it rained too heavily

The Rose

I got this by mail. I think it's very inspiring....

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?' I laughed and enthusiastically responded; 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked. She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...' 'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. 'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!'

she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.' She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

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Some say love it is a river

that drowns the tender reed

Some say love it is a razer

that leaves your soul to blead

Some say love it is a hunger

an endless aching need

I say love it is a flower

and you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking

that never learns to dance

It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

who cannot seem to give

and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely

and the road has been too long

and you think that love is only

for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows

lies the seed

that with the sun's love

in the spring

becomes the rose

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I made a little prayer tonight....

I have a friend that just told me this evening. I really admire you for your strength in handling your personal issues so well. You don’t get emotional. And I told her, the answer to that is very simple. Always think positive. I have no idea why I said that, because the truth is I don’t do that. Things that are important to me really do affect me. Just that I don’t show it to the world.

Everyone has problems. And it’s funny how we listen to other people’s problems and like a miss know-it-all we give some advice. It’s so simple what, just do this, this and this. Hehehe sounds familiar right? But when the issue strikes home, it suddenly become so freaking big because it’s happening to ME. And suddenly you just don’t know what to do although the problem in actual is bloody small.

So the answer to handling problems is…. Imagine what you’ll do if you’re in a position which you couldn’t careless what happens. Then you’ll get a bigger picture of how the world is beyond yourself. Then you’ll realize the right thing to do. Once you decide, just execute regardless of how you feel about the choice. Don’t be doubtful about what you think is right and you’ll always be on the right path. Remeber, emotional people have very poor judgements and are more prone to wrong decisions.

Ok I’m gonna admit, it doesn’t work all the time. We humans are so prone to dwell in self-pity. And many times I do have my down times where I really break-down and crumble. But it is VERY IMPORTANT to know that we have to step up get back on the right path. I’m not perfect either, but I’ve learned that if I try hard enough to always do the right things I will always end up with more right than wrongs. I really don’t want to look back in life one day and have regrets. That is why I have to strife hard to always go on doing the right things.

Just like a computer that is answering some right or wrong questions without emotions. Sounds cold but that’s just the way life have to function. Remember when we were young, there would be moral exam questions that ask about helping mom perform house chores is correct or wrong? Many of us are not willing to do house chores but we still answer correct. Why? Because want to get 100% score so ma have to answer correctly lor…LOL

But nevertheless, it’s easier said then done. So my dear friend, I pray for you and also myself that we will always have the strength to choose the correct answer and execute flawlessly J Somehow today I used the word “pray” not as a figure of speech. I really did pray J to whoever god….that exist for the stregth to do right.

~I wonder if i'm the only weirdo in this world that think this way? Feel free to comment if you disagree.~

Norah Jones - What Am I To You

What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue

When you're feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin true
What am I to you

Yah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never want to part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don't fill my heart with lies

I will you love when you're blue
Tell me darlin true
What am I to you
What am I to you
What am I to you

Comments, Comments and More Comments

The Yellow Pants
Shocking but true, i was wearing yellow pants yesterday. I got quite a few comments about it too...
1. It would look nice if you were blonde. (My thoughts: I wish!)
2. Wah you look so "wong" -cantonese word for yellow- today. (My thoughts: No comment)
3. OMG yellow pants? (My thoughts: No comment)
4. Wah your pants very striking (My thoughts: It's yellow...abothen?)
5. You look like sponge bob (My thoughts: Does my butt look square?)
6. You look so colourful (My thoughts: Black blue white not colour meh? Everyday also colourful ma)
And the biggest insult of all.....
7. You look like highlighter (My thoughts: Damn you #$%!^)

The MSN Comment
I'm gonna know soon....that's the comment i posted today on MSN. Just a comment for the fun of it.....and i got some funny response....haha.
1. Know what? (My thoughts: Not telling yet)
2. Girl or boy? (My thoughts: KNS do i look pregnant to you?)

The Dancing
This comment from my dance teacher made my day :)

Sense of motherhood? Oh no :O

I had this really peculiar feeling last weekend. I 'm still trying to brush it off as nothing...

I was sitting at a table at Gurney foodcourt while Keith and Boogie went to order food. Sitting there without anything to do, I glanced around looking at the people around me. The foodcourt was fairly crowded but someone caught my attention. It was this pregnant lady, I think she was most probably in her 2nd trimester. I was watching her doing the pregnant penguin walk towards a table nearby and unconsciously I wondered how it would feel like to be a mother myself. And for about 5 microseconds I actually felt for a brief moment the feeling of maternity and it felt wonderful. I don’t know how to describe the moment, but it was this beautiful warm feeling that radiates from the heart kinda thing.

As swiftly as the thought planted itself in my head, logic pulled me back to reality. I realized that the day is still very far away for me. I’m no where there and I’m no way prepared either. Being a mom? Nah!!! Not happening…..Damn my hormones are making me behave like an aunty already….Shitzzz!

Bon Odori 08

Picture taken by Joel Chu

Visiting Boogie Chu at the Hospital

18th July 08, Boogie looking good after toe operation in Loh Guan Lye Hospital.
Get well soon~~

The Prosecution Day

11.33pm, i can hear the soft ryhthm of the rain hitting againts the roof as i recalled what happened today. Yes, today was an ironic day with many unexpected events.

The day started with me waking up late. I lazily reached accross the table for my phone to check the time. I forced one eye open to take a peep. Holly shit its 8.07am. Immediately i jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to switch on the wireless modem so that i can log in and pretend that i'm working while getting ready for work. I pressed the "ON" button on my laptop, but instead of the the normal IBM startup logo, there was this message on the top left hand corner of the screen blinking at me. It spelled "fan error"....what the heck is that? Shit my laptop died on me. I got ready for work in haste and sent my laptop to the PC centre for repair. Luckily it was just the fan that was broken. The rest of the day was as normal, lots of work and lunch with Keith and co.

Well, I wasn't exactly happy happy today and was super quiet as i was still holding a grudge againts ***** for not being frank and straightforward with me, or he forgot what he said. Anyway till now i haven't straightened the matter because i do not know what approach i should take. Should i be frank and tell him that i'm offended? - in which he'll think that i'm too sensitive and touchy (which i'm not, in fact i think that the matter is no biggie, just that he should be a man and admit his mistake) or should i just keep quiet - but then he'll be oblivious to his mistake and just continue repeating it.

It was almost the end of the day when an annonymous freind IM me about another more annonymous freind, telling me about what the boyfriend did to her and lied about it. As usual girls back girls up and we started cursing the guy and that's how the MSN equation came up. Guys = Jerk + Idiot + Hypocrites + Dumb (no offence guys, we're just mad for a while)

At the end of the day ***** came to my cube and ask me when i could be done. I said 15 mins more. At this point i would like to stress, when i say 15 mins and you say u'll wait for me, i expect you to be waiting for me after 15 mins. I dun care what you do in between but after 15 mins u should be back...unless u tell me hey i need more time. Sigh...ok ok maybe i was too sensitive. We have handphone nowadays right? Just call....but as i said i'm a little on the edge today.

We walked to the car park together, had a conversation with a big misunderstanding which i did not realized. Aparently he was asking me something and i just walked off. Which i did not because i actually did not hear the question. So someone sulked and went home (left me waiting at the roadside for half an hour), and did not answer my calls for half an hour. I was boiling mad when i found out that he went home and left me there!

Like i said, i can never stay angry for more than a few hours. After some time, i rationalized. I know i may have been a little touchy today. I do put down my pride and admit my mistakes. I even apologized for accidentally walking away. But for *****, he did not. Not only did he not admit his mistakes, he can't even push aside his pride to forgive me for a moment. At times like this i really wonder how much he really cares for me deep inside. I used the word deep because i know he generally cares a lot. But deep as in when things really happens, like a fight between both of us, is he going to be the knight in shining armor that saves me or prosecutes me?

Somehow i felt that i was prosecuted today.

Birthday Dance?

YN's Semi Naked Picture

Hahaha...gross! YN checking out his own chest...not like got boobs or anything...wats so nice?

Insomnia Getting Worse

Bad news, i've been having insomnia for the past 2 weeks. My sleeping time is so screwed up. The first week i slept at 4-5am for weekends and 1-2am for weekdays. Yesterday (weekend) i could not sleep till 7am but i woke up at 10am. After then i did not sleep till now.
Its gonna be 5am and i'm still wide awake. The situation is made worse my a pounding headache.
Help! I need sleep!