: : i have move next door : :

some might not know.. i have moved...

cyclesandcircles.blogspot.com

see you there!!!!!

: : legally 21 : :

i am finally 21...

HAPPY BRITHDAY TO ME!!!

THANKS TO MOM AND DAD!!! FOR EVERYTHING YOU GAVE ME!!! YOUR LOVE, CARE AND SUPPORT!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

THANKS FOR ALL THE WISHES AND PRESSIES!!!

: : who u think u are : :

what is this man!! who the hell u think u are???

i came in ur house, I KNOW U SAW ME AT THE DOOR, but acted like u dont know me!!!!! FINE!!!!!.... I WENT STRIGHT TO UR FACE!!!! and u FUCKING IGNORED ME!!! FINE!!!!!!

i used ur pc yesterday!!! and today when u used it something is wrong!! OK!!! u can say that its my fault!! AT LEASE LET ME FIX IT!!!

I KNOW HAD NOT ENOUGH SLEEP!!! WHO HAS!!!! DUN HAVE TO THROW UR FUCKING TEMPER AT ME!!! WHO M I TO U!!! UR MAID !! UR SLAVE!!! I DONT OWE U ANYTHING!!!!!U DONT HAVE TO FUCKING TREAT ME LIKE THAT!!!!

SORRY THIS IS A FUCKING PISS OFF POST!!!

: : god : :

in about an hour, gonna sit for my 1st paper today!! the second one is in the afternoon. didnt not sleep the whole night!!! solely surviving on coffee. no supply of fags last night. i dont know how m i gonna survive the rest of the day!!!

wish me luck!!!pray for me!!!send your metta!!! i need all the help i can get!!!

oh yeah.. since i m blogging, might as well do zhenyao a favour. he is in the YKLS - young kuala lumpur singers and they are having a concert : A Malaysian Affair - a tapestry of Malaysian songs.

cheerio peeps!!!

: : its alive : :

yesterday my pc crashed and died on me!!! boo hoo!!!

just done formating and installing back all the junks. sadly i all the files in C. argHhhHhhhh

gonna have 2 papers tomorrow; spanish and startegic management.


ti kong bo pi

: : infomation please : :

its been a while since i post something meaningful....i always enjoy reading stories about lessons in life... heres one i just read. A warning though: you may shed tears at the end of the story.

When I was very young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.I remember well, the polished old case fastened to the wall and the shiny receiver on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother would talk to it.Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person and her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know."Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.My first personal experience with this genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy.I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and held it to my ear."Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear."Information. ""I hurt my finger," I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience."Isn't your mother home?" came the question."Nobody's home but me," I blubbered."Are you bleeding?" the voice asked."No," I replied. "I hit my finger with a hammer and it hurts.""Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could."Then chip off a piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me that my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.Then there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story.She listened, then said the usual thing grown ups say to soothe a child. But, I was inconsolable.I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "You must remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow, I felt better.Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please.""Information, " said the now familiar voice."How do you spell fix?" I asked.All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and somehow I never thought of trying the tall, new shiny phone that sat on the table in the hall.As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often in moments of doubt and perplexity, I would recall the serene sense of security I had then.I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about half-an-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister who lived there now.Then, without thinking about what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."Miraculously, I heard the small clear voice I knew so well."Information. "I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"There was a long pause.Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must be healed by now."I laughed, "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?""I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister."Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."Three months later, I was back in Seattle .A different voice answered, "Information. " I asked for Sally."Are you a friend?" she said."Yes, a very old friend," I answered."I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part time in the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Are you Paul?""Yes.""Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called when she was too sick to work.Let me read it to you." The note said,"Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you make on others.

cheerio peeps!!

guest blogger : rachel ccc

hi there.. obviously i am ally's fren..close one i can say...monday will hav 2 papers n now i am blogging fr him..so u can see how important he is to me..:P foundation year's class mates n till now wet mates...:D

k main purpose here is to blog about our outing yesterday nite...for a more detailed one u can click here. haha enuf of the advertising part...

we went to the curve's sakae sushi for dinner...the main reason tat pulls us together to makan n minum is bcz our leng lui danielle is here in pj so of cz as her best frens we muz pei min her rite..:D


so after the dinner we went sevenatenine to chill out and chit chat...had some drinks n desserts and of we go to the next spot which is mezquite 52..this is our third time there and yeah we do enjoy everything there...*wink*



after mezquite 52 i went off cz i am a good gal...ally n the wet gang continue...
--> QBA
--> lecturer's hse
--> dim sum!!!

damn keng...they reached cyber nearly 7 early in the morn..pui fok pui fok..:P

: : jazz : :

jazz is really SEXY~!~!

i dig Susan Wong





















thanks rach for the songs

btw suyen is also sexy!!!! *woot woot*