Today, I was this close to getting myself in a car accident. This close.
Well, me typing here actually means that I survived. OMG.
It was really OMG lar. Like that split second, that very split second of life and death.
Somehow, I don't have those you know flashbacks of my life and stuff. OMG.
Anyways, Anthropology's presentation is officially over now. Get rid of. Done!
Based on the lecturer's reaction, I would say we did pretty well. That is, for not knowing what Anthropology is at the first place. LoL.
I am really happy. As happy as everyone in my group; by the way, well done to Ai Li, Chun Feng and Darryl. If you take a close look, we're ABCD; with me being the B. Duh?
It's just that the life-n-death experience was just too OhEmGee lar.
Oh oh.. and and I thought it was going to be a chaotic week; hmm, it was in fact.
And it will be till.. er.. pretty much until mid-December. That is when my semester break starts!
Many more to go. Many more.
On a side note, THE beloved Ms Winnee is back. She is b.a.ck.
Well, I read from Sam's blog that she'll be leaving for good next August? To pursue her Ph. D for like 4 to 6 years? O.O
By that time, we also don't know go where liao!
At least still get to lecture by her. She is really great lar. Great T_T
I am looking forward to going to Uni now, despite her famous "Question one.." and we can pretty much more or less expect to have at least 2 per lecture.
I am talking about the 'sudden' quizzes. Heh.
Nuff said, Ms Winnee is the bestest of the best. I kid you not.
I have lost track of the assignments I have waiting for me. There are 2 due this coming Friday.
Next week also got..
The week after that also got..
And the week after the next week's after.. er.. this is when I lost it..
Damn it?
Time flies. My 1st year ending.. soon. <- randomness
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
The coming 4 weeks will probably be the most hectic 28 days in this whole year for me.
String of works are awaiting or was it strings of work? Scrap that O.O
Muahahahaha <- laughter of sadness
It is definitely doable. Just a lil [insert command to biggify "lil"] .t.o.u.g.h.
Till then, here are 6 bottles of Kampai, a cupcake and some strawberries.
String of works are awaiting or was it strings of work? Scrap that O.O
Muahahahaha <- laughter of sadness
It is definitely doable. Just a lil [insert command to biggify "lil"] .t.o.u.g.h.
Till then, here are 6 bottles of Kampai, a cupcake and some strawberries.
Friday, October 19, 2007
I read this story from Sharon's sister's blog and I thought it was meaningful.
And yesh, I'm a busy body.. I read and 38 blogs even I am not very close to the blogger.
It's a long one, but it won't take like 10 minutes for you to read. Definitely.
It is worth it. Read it.
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
'Jack, did you hear me?'
'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.
'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.
'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.
'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sureyou had a man's influence in your life,' she said.
'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important . Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture . Jack stopped suddenly.
'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked. 'The box is gone,' he said. 'What box?' Mom asked.
'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'' Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office withinthe next three days,' the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr. Harold Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to JackBennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'
'The thing he valued most was . . . my time'
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.
'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said. 'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'
'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,'
You see, when I said I that I treasured and enjoyed the moments I spent with my friends and family. I do, truly.
Even though I may be forgetful and couldn't recall what exactly happened.. but still; I know I had a good time and really cherished it.
On a side note, I'm pretty muchdead dying soon..
In the coming two weeks, assignments and presentations.. back to back action, non-stop.
Mygroup members AiLi alone will kill me?
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And yesh, I'm a busy body.. I read and 38 blogs even I am not very close to the blogger.
It's a long one, but it won't take like 10 minutes for you to read. Definitely.
It is worth it. Read it.
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
'Jack, did you hear me?'
'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.
'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.
'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.
'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sureyou had a man's influence in your life,' she said.
'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important . Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture . Jack stopped suddenly.
'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked. 'The box is gone,' he said. 'What box?' Mom asked.
'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'' Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office withinthe next three days,' the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr. Harold Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to JackBennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'
'The thing he valued most was . . . my time'
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.
'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said. 'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'
'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,'
You see, when I said I that I treasured and enjoyed the moments I spent with my friends and family. I do, truly.
Even though I may be forgetful and couldn't recall what exactly happened.. but still; I know I had a good time and really cherished it.
On a side note, I'm pretty much
In the coming two weeks, assignments and presentations.. back to back action, non-stop.
My
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Saturday, October 13, 2007
The previous entry is a result of having too much time in hand. LoL.
Anyways, when I sit in front of the computer; I am really unproductive. Heh.
So, in a way, it's very hard for my mom to think that I am actually doing my work. Heh.
As for my brother, I am jealous envy him cause he found a job in a Thai restaurant at 1U.
I remembered back when I had a two-month'ish holidays, I just sat at home and rot *-*
So.. I should be proud that I have such a hardworking bro right?
Just don't dump all shits at home and assume that I have plenty of time to clean up them shits!
+ I'm selfish. I only clean up my own shits!!
I do have plenty of time. That is why, one way or another, I have to get started on my work.. er next week? (^-^)
Now people still in the Raya mood lar! Come on!
Speaking of happy stuff, I have Ninja Jones! Hai desu!
I mean I ate there with a few friends to kinda celebrate Mandy's Bday.
Pictures of some foods:
the avocado-softshell-crab-thinge appetizer
my typical predictable unajyu (unagi with rice?)Sharon had this RM60'ish bento set.. and she kinda finished the whole thing.
Cool ler. But I didn't snap any pics. I'm expecting her to post it up soon at her "space".
That's all I guess. Before I sign off, here is Ai Li's adorable puppy-case:
Xena'sPoodle says "Bye-bee!"
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