The clock's ticking.
2 weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. 20160 minutes. Well you get the idea.
I am close. THIS close to finishing the academic part of my degree. And a small part of me sighs inside. The past two years have long and fast at the same time. Two years of assignment deadlines. Every semester brings a new challenge and has pushed me to my limits like they never have been pushed before.
Sure, I admit I have been guilty of handing up less-than-perfect work. On those days you feel you're about to break. Deadlines. Week after week of them. But on the other hand, I prefer this to final exams.
I feel final exams helps one to cheat to good grades kekeke. Assignments at least, are my sweat, blood, tears coupled with lots of frustration. That itself is much more memorable than final exams. It stays with you longer.
Tomorrow's Tuesday. Hardened heart, I'm close to the end. Topic approval zzz.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
May the 4th be with you
I know, I know it's the 9th.
But I need the 4th. Second week of May and I feel the temperature in the pressure cooker rising. One thing at a time, one thing at a time.
I can do this.
Last sem, last few weeks. Sigh and yay ;P
But I need the 4th. Second week of May and I feel the temperature in the pressure cooker rising. One thing at a time, one thing at a time.
I can do this.
Last sem, last few weeks. Sigh and yay ;P
Monday, April 23, 2012
Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
I was quite inspired by this when I read it last night.
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Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008:
I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.
Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.
The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.
The good news is that they’re wrong.
The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.
I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.
You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.
Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.
So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.
Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy. I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.
After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.
Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.
That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.
If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.
What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.
The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.
Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.
I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.
Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.
You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
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Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008:
I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.
Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.
The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.
The good news is that they’re wrong.
The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.
I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.
You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.
Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.
So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.
Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy. I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.
After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.
Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.
That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.
If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.
What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.
The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.
Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.
I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.
Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.
You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
hey, you
21-going-on-22
- Grades are something, but not everything
- It's perfectly okay to not want to drink
- People's mindset change as they grow up, they won't like the same things; that's perfectly okay too
- It's normal to feel like shit on some days; they'll pass
- Not everyone is like some people I know
- Settle for something I love, instead of what I think I'd love
- Cherish all who stick by, not just when they want something
- Return said affection to those who give it unhesitatingly
- Don't judge based on moods; allow second impressions
- Going out to work is a transition, worry some, do not worry too much about it
- Use my twenties to explore and find my niche in life
- Everything happens for a reason. It can only be seen looking backwards; Steve Jobs had a point there
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Meh
That's what's mostly in my head most days.
Assignments
"Meh"
Classes
"Meh"
Anything related to uni
"Meh"
Not really just in my head anymore. I'm tired of studying.
Ironically a customer told me I have 20-30 years to work. Study while I can. Enjoy it.
Meh.
Assignments
"Meh"
Classes
"Meh"
Anything related to uni
"Meh"
Not really just in my head anymore. I'm tired of studying.
Ironically a customer told me I have 20-30 years to work. Study while I can. Enjoy it.
Meh.
Monday, March 12, 2012
I get the tingles in a silly place
Not sure if circumstances or just plain klutzy. I gained a number of scratches lately.. Not serious ones, but they still sting when in contact with water :S
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It's SALE SEASON! Great for buying stuff you don't have the heart to pay full price for (hehehe). Admittedly, when my paycheck came in I let loose a little, bought myself some stuff and necessities :D
Yesterday I came back with a posh bag :P Today I came home with shoes, both add up with a total of less than RM50 :D
Wish you found something though :/ You say it doesn't matter but it shows in your eyes, xoxo. Takes awhile to find your Omega teeheehee. More reasons to go around shoe-hunting now :D
It's the 3rd week of uni and I'm STILL in transition rawr. Have to shift gears and kick butt a little. Work is doable, just.don't.have.that.mood.yet :P
Better go do some work, byeeeeee :D
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It's SALE SEASON! Great for buying stuff you don't have the heart to pay full price for (hehehe). Admittedly, when my paycheck came in I let loose a little, bought myself some stuff and necessities :D
Yesterday I came back with a posh bag :P Today I came home with shoes, both add up with a total of less than RM50 :D
Wish you found something though :/ You say it doesn't matter but it shows in your eyes, xoxo. Takes awhile to find your Omega teeheehee. More reasons to go around shoe-hunting now :D
It's the 3rd week of uni and I'm STILL in transition rawr. Have to shift gears and kick butt a little. Work is doable, just.don't.have.that.mood.yet :P
Better go do some work, byeeeeee :D
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Lectures start tomorrow boohoo
Hey, what do you know it's the end of February already. What have I done in the past 2 months? Let's see.. Bummed around for a month after that experience in Lavender, then spent February in Papier.
By far it's the best part-time job :D Considering it's probably my last part-time job ever -since student life is ending- it had better be :P Although it wasn't my cup of tea at first, what being it's a scrapbooking shop and my 2 co-workers are the creative sort. And my sister got me in on recommendation. And she got a full-time offer from them. And I had to get to know the niche market and the products the community used and recommend them...
Some days it's hair-pulling with 'what-am-I-doing-here' thoughts. Also we're not allowed to read during shift hours, that killed me a bit ;P So...I started experimenting with making cards since I've made some before and don't think I'm that bad, but not particularly good at it either.
I surprised myself :) It's good to get creative sometimes.
By far it's the best part-time job :D Considering it's probably my last part-time job ever -since student life is ending- it had better be :P Although it wasn't my cup of tea at first, what being it's a scrapbooking shop and my 2 co-workers are the creative sort. And my sister got me in on recommendation. And she got a full-time offer from them. And I had to get to know the niche market and the products the community used and recommend them...
Some days it's hair-pulling with 'what-am-I-doing-here' thoughts. Also we're not allowed to read during shift hours, that killed me a bit ;P So...I started experimenting with making cards since I've made some before and don't think I'm that bad, but not particularly good at it either.
I surprised myself :) It's good to get creative sometimes.
These were what I came up during the last 2 weeks :) The middle one isn't a card, but white cardstock covered with stamps I found in folders the night before :D That's when I had more inspiration.
Scrapbooking style (judging from those found in the store and the magazines they stock) commonly seems to must have many layers for an effect. That's when the lost feeling multiplied when I thought I had to do something like that. Quite depressing, especially when I found that style to be messy ;P
But I churned out something simple and I've stuck with that. Simple is what I'll always be. I honestly cannot stand stuff everywhere on a surface or embellished with buttons. I hate buttons :P
It has been a good month :) and the paycheck's due in a few days, making it even better teehee. Okay, I grudgingly went for the interview my sister set up for me, unknowingly loving the job after 4 weeks :) When I'm not servicing customers, I get to dig around for scraps and papers to make cards with while getting paid a good amount per hour :)
It's awesome that they have samples I can play around with; stamps (rubber and clear), dies, plenty of paper, inks/inkpads, and scissors. I kid you not about scissors! I found out that I really liked using the Martha Stewart pair.
I nearly dropped them when my supervisor told me they cost RM82 and is the most expensive in the shop *gulp*
BUT IT'S REALLY NICE TO USE!! My other co-worker likes EK's Bumblebee, but hey, to each her own. But..but..but...EIGHTY TWO BUCKS FOR A PAIR OF SCISSORS!! Fair enough it's imported from the US...but hell...
CT asked if I'd hit him over the head if he bought me MS scissors.
Of course I said yes! Also said I'm doomed with expensive taste and he asked doomed for him or me *stares*.
Lalala. In the weekly timetable in my head, days seem pretty full with me working weekends, weekday classes, now trying to make a regular badminton game weekly. These are the things I WANT to do, changing my mind about the club thing. Which seems pretty dead end now.
How? See how lah. Hehehe,
Thursday, January 5, 2012
SnoWalk @ i-City
He bought vouchers for the SnoWalk in i-City. The moment I was free from work, we went! :D
After an hour we exited, cold to the bone. Brrrr. Took me awhile before I took my gloves off. Defrosted, then we explored more of the place :)
It rained a little in the evening, so we sought shelter in KFC :P As soon as it stopped then we went for this ride called the Spacewalk, which was elevated and ran 3/4 of the outdoors.
We had tickets to 2 outdoor rides, and wanted to go back for another round on the Spacewalk but the line was so long @.@
Came across this miang-looking seahorse hehehe. Had a few of guarding a mermaid, and you know how mermaids are dressed *coughs*
Was starting to get bored of the trees and stuff to take pictures with, so we went back to the fallen reindeer..
The one he liked most was this: a Chevrolet Cruze given to the police by Naza (so he told me) and the only one for Malaysian police.
Yes, the face says it allll..
Big, silly smiles for the camera :D
Cold cold cold
Ice sculptures lighted up in blue, green and red lights
Blue, green, red :P
:)
Then it started getting really cold ;P
Ice spikes D:
House made of ice, similarly lighted up. When it came to red, it was on fire :D
Til today, I still have no idea what that thing is. Snowman? Possibly :P
Snowmen saying goodbye when we exited.
After an hour we exited, cold to the bone. Brrrr. Took me awhile before I took my gloves off. Defrosted, then we explored more of the place :)
It rained a little in the evening, so we sought shelter in KFC :P As soon as it stopped then we went for this ride called the Spacewalk, which was elevated and ran 3/4 of the outdoors.
So brighttt
CNY red :D
We had tickets to 2 outdoor rides, and wanted to go back for another round on the Spacewalk but the line was so long @.@
So we went around taking pics, trying to drain my camera battery which had started to blink.
Teeeheee
And more..
"I'm taking this tree home!"
"My car can't fit!"
:P
Quite possibly our favourite was this fallen reindeer we took malicious joy in :P
"Can see anot?"
"Hmm.."
He took great joy in highlighting the reindeer's demise :P
"Rudolph the fallen reindeer..."
Only to find that the staff had resurrected it. Bah! :P
The one he liked most was this: a Chevrolet Cruze given to the police by Naza (so he told me) and the only one for Malaysian police.
Yes, the face says it allll..
Have to take picture with it! How else :P
Photobomb! I asked him to take a picture of it then I jumped in. Hehehe.
Left for home about 9pm, poor fella quite tired from the day's events. Rare outing that allows lots of opportunities to camwhore ;D
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Shuffle
I got your emails.
You just don’t get females, now do you?
What’s in my heart is not in your head.
Anyway..we're through
You just don’t get females, now do you?
What’s in my heart is not in your head.
Anyway..we're through
I have the music version of "I have nothing to wear!". Shuffling music once in awhile is awesome. Forgot about this gem :) Put me in the mood to do enough of my work, teehee. WMP gave me a very nice mix of Korean and English :) Even the speed of the songs were shuffled accordingly.
Bedtime! More to come tomorrow :D
Monday, January 2, 2012
21st
:D
Hazelnut and...Mocha I think?
Dargon also wants some heehee
Sniffing coffee is dangerous :P
:)
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