Journal of money lover

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

No-No is in Singapore! My colleague saw him near Far East! Wierd..my bf din inform me that No-no's coming ...

I'm editing and deleting my entries. Whatever I blog dun seem to make sense (-i caught u nodding!-) . Cos of my lousy english?

Feeling lousy. Feeling bad. Feeling sad. Feeling looked-down on. Feel shattered. I just dun feel good. Issit only pms again?

Aiyah. Whatever la.

Monday, August 02, 2004

FYP is giving me headache.
Headache. Headache. Headache. Headache. Headache. Headache. Headache. Headache.

Starting on IC project tml. Pair up with Jac ... really happy to have her as partner. Hope she dun mind me as well ya ^_^ EPM presentation this Friday, then Tourism, then FYP TOR ... this is madness. Duno how I'm going to cope.

The topic for this week is "Things that I dun like". Start tml.

N pplz...i think itz impt that we Chinese can read, write and understand Chinese. Its impt to upgrade urself and I, as a very good fren of all of u, have made the effort to update my Chinese blog! Go upgrade urself NOW.

Friday, July 30, 2004

Kimmy came over to borrow laptop that day. Wow. She have changed alot...she used to be very lazy and pass up sloppy work. Now ar..even a 10% weightage report she also pay full attention to it. Yup she spent 4+ hours completing that stupid report of hers...hardworking girl. Anyway long time since she ton at my house le ... kinda miss those days when she came over, play midnight basketball at the CC bball court, get disturbed by ah peks @ 7-11,chatted till the first bus came and stuffs. Hmmm. I think she miss me too. .. right!? Ha...~

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Never...never never never go search for ur childhood crushes in friendster.

When u see how he looks like when he grow up..you will be so disappointed that you wana bang wall. Bleahz.

An apology to some ppl tt have to tahan me last week....sorriez ya.

Friday, July 23, 2004

Just came back from the Garage concert..the one that Ms Zhang kept pestering ppl to go...bleahz. Anyway...the band was nice. Its called the Performing Arts (- in short, Parts-) ... quite nice except that their female vocalists were not really outstanding as compared to Gerald's band vocalists. The guitarist in white shirt is quite cute though...n he can really sing manz. Talented guy yar. On the whole...all the band members are good singers...heard that they can even dance~ wonder issit breaking...?

Me n Ms Zhang did manicure @ the one of the stalls @ Garage...ten fingers only for $1! Very cheap...i got tempted + persuaded into the manicure thingy...nw my fingers gt 5 different colours lu~ ha~ Ms Zhang's ones are pretty nice...with a cute little flower @ her thumbnail.

The pix are not clear...bt if u look really closely u can see our coloured fingernails la~ ha~

Taken from 2nd level...looking at the band instruments without the members...

Yixin's sister = Ms Zhang's fren = YiYi. Cute little girl. (-erm...bt we same age leh-)

Me n Ms Zhang in the train down to Aljunied

Me, Ms Zhang n Jennifer! She was @ Garage too....if wennie and her bf went then we can sit together lu~

Oh yar btw. My chinese blog is alive again (- thx to Ms Zhang for sending me the Chinese Software-). No matter u are free or not...please do read it. Improve chinese la. And btw...anyone got Dearboys comics? Can tell me whether its worth it to collect the whole set?

Monday, July 19, 2004

Tired. Finally watch "Windstruck". Not bad.

Listening to Spidey 2 OST now..."Someone to die for" is real nice.

Called lin just nw. Asked her abt my hair...she say better leave it short than long. N my fringe sux. Better nt cut this kinda fringe EVER AGAIN. Yup...tink she's right.

Anyway...i blogged this way cos i lazy to use my brain nw. Realised tt by typing this way...can save many brain cells. No nd think abt how to rephrase my thoughts.

Hp bill came. Wow.

PS:I still dun feel good. What the hell happened to me? Why does the impact lingers on until today?

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Dun feel like going school tml...think i'll write ching a letter. In the mood to write letter.