punk'd the wrong person

phone rang and i was bewildered. *i stared at the phone for few seconds* coz i seldom pick up the house phone.

me :: hello.
crazyfella :: is mr quek in?
me :: he is not in.
crazyfella :: he supposed to be with his group of frens now. he hasnt arrived.
me :: ooh. is it?
crazyfella :: where is he?
me :: i dont know. i dont know bout his programme.
crazyfella :: can u contact him?
me :: do you have his number? i will give it to u. its ...
crazyfella :: ok. but can u contact him?

and so i called santa immediately. was worried where he has gone.

me :: hello. where are you.
*the background is so noisy*
me :: you supposed to be with ur frens now.
santa :: yes. i am with them. they are gila. can u pls get ur mom.
me :: she is sleeping edi.
santa :: my frens are gila now.

old peeps yet they still play this game. initially they supposed to punk'd santarina. hahaha.. too bad. but heck, lucky i called santa. maybe it was an indirect test to see whether am concern of santa's whereabout.



felt quite happy coz four young ladies in four different countries chatted in msn. although its a short conversation with two of them, but heck, its nice to have a get-together-in-msn. am quite lazy. i havent even transferred pics in sg to d com. it has been 2 weeks. i need a time off. sigh.

spin d turntable

after so long, and so.... i found a fren who knows bout dj-ing n turntable.


fierceatfirst:: ok. i tell u what. u go to XXX and find YYY.
djwannabe:: ok. no prob. ur fren's name is so... eer... elegant. (the name is something else, not YYY).
fierceatfirst:: when u wanna be a dj, u cant use amanda anymore.
*as fierceatfirst walks off*
djwannabe:: i can be dj panda.
friendliestnomatterwhat:: hahaha. that sounds cute.

so, today, friendliestnomatterwhat calls me dj panda. fierceatfirst calls me dj-p.

recollection

check this out.... i bet you will be having the feeling of ::

i-miss-school-lives...
i-wanna-go-back-to-school...
where life is less complicated...
all we do is..
go to school, go to other classes and chat with our friends till morning bell rings, and then need to line up outside to wait for our respective teachers to save us. sometimes we could cheekily go to other classes' lines. we will make annoying junior prefects get irritated by giving them nonsense excuses for not cutting our nails like "i didnt cut coz i need to play guitar"... personally i get very annoyed with those junior prefects whereby they check out bloody nails every morning and so one day i said loudly and sarcastically "WAH!! my nails grew 1 cm today". i think the prefect blacklisted me in her personal list. some will pretend not to line up by putting our heavy heads on the table and falling asleep like a dead frog in the class.

http://www.xanga.com/chanyy3e/598129735/teachers-day.html

yes, i work on saturday. fugly shit. i wanna resign coz fugly ppl smoke in the air-con office. my brain a lil damage or something like that. headache ystday after getting back from overtime. and boring fugly nonsense work. and i fuglying need to breathe cigar smell for 9 hours. i opened the window but it didnt help that much.

either am stress or overwork or tired, as d result....

popiah seller :: its rm 1.40
me :: *i gave her rm1 rather than rm5*

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santarina :: you understand what the fella is talking?
me :: yes, he asking for rm3.10 *its in mandarin*
me continue :: i have trained myself bout prices-issues in singapore. coz singapore ppl talk in teochew
santarina :: they talk in mandarin and hokkien
me :: what did i said just now
pms :: u seid teochew
me :: what did i said
pms and santarina :: teochew
me :: ooh.. okok. i get it.


and its 15july today. am late to wish suhui happy bday. gotta make a call tmw. pardon me.. i even didnt read newspaper since 28july and only managed to read today's newspaper two hours ago.
see.. am such a bambi.
i thought i have a bambi pic in my com, but i cant find it. am-so-not-organized-now.

i dragged santarina to watch leehom's dvd with me.

santarina :: today i was in the same lift as daniel lee and i didnt know. he got out from the lift and a girl whispered his name. and then i called his name, he turned back and smiled.

santarina continued :: his face is sooo smooth, fair and red. and he looks like a girl.

me :: walau eeh.. you must recognize leehom if he ever in the same lift as you!!! and you MUST talk to him.

santarina :: what to talk?

me :: *wanted to say 'give ur daughter's number to him' or ' invite him for dinner'* just say that your daughter likes *pause* your music.

santarina :: yeah rite. u like him coz he is good looking.

me :: no lah. his music is nice.....


today stayed overtime in office sorting out stuffs. and a a a a guy came, and and and his face is longer than wuchun's. and and he is fair. nice body.. haha. i know its nice la although he didnt tuck in his working clothes. shit, i forgotten his name. must ask my colleague tmw. *yes, naik miang edi since i cant get wuchun*



*************
as days pass by, am afraid
afraid of
afraid of losing it
afraid of shadowing myself again

no hiding,
it will never get any good.
no crying,
the tears wont create miracle.
you gotta promise yourself this.

be prepared.
stand strong.


enough said. nites.

gone

i lost my blog template!!!

coz my itchy fingers wanted to try something new, and therefore click this and that and without me noticing it, i deleted my template. now, its in html, and i know nothing bout it.

the slow dance

have you ever watched kids,
on a merry-go-round?
or listened to the rain,
slapping on the ground?

ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

you better slow down
don't dance so fast
time is short.
the music won't last

do you run through each day,
on the fly?

when you ask 'how are you'?
do you hear the reply?

when the day is done
do you lie in your bed
with the next hundred chores
running through your head?

you better slow down
don't dance so fast
time is short.
the music won't last.

when you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss half the fun of getting there
when you worry and hurry through your day
it is like an unopened gift...

throw away
life is not a race.


-a simple poem, written by an ill lil girl-


hmm.. if i take things slowly, am losing to others. if i take things fast, am missing out the fun. life is just a game. we study, work and do some junks that we think worth to do, just to fill the blanks in our lives before its time for us to lay in the coffin....

************************************
i hopped into a fragrance shop
and i flopped
over anna sui's,
if you like body-shower-fragrance,
dolly girl is the one.
its a light smell fragrance.

*the one i tried was green in colour, is it the same*