tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55188772012-02-06T12:16:08.802+08:00Control Alternate DeleteRandom thoughtsFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.comBlogger1111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-81334781422648657172008-12-14T22:19:00.004+08:002008-12-18T22:21:59.346+08:00The person whom I'm fruits and nuts about....1. likes 'ah boh leng' with peanut soup.2. likes satay at clementi.3. thinks about food all the time.4. loves rainy days, cos she loves the sound of the rain.5. is a computer dinosaur.6. can't stop grinning when she is holding on to many hotels, many properties, and cash in 'Monopoly'.7. loves 'Kuey Chap' at Geylang.8. loves 'Putu Piring' at Eunos.9. has to have chilli padi with most of her mealsFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-7112368243513739222008-07-07T19:05:00.002+08:002008-07-07T19:05:43.187+08:00The Unforgettables.....Walks at the EsplanadeThe attempts to take pictures of the full moon at the backyard“Are you going to talk to me?” (showering)The toothbrush with a yellow ringFrenzy FarmThat silly background song from Frenzy FarmChitty Chitty Bang BangWilly Wonka and the chocolate factoryBeauty WorldBebel GilbertoBeautiful Girls SnoozesJohnson and Johnson shower gelsBalaclavaTummy rubsLate night jogs Walk in theFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-14499173209160432832008-07-02T20:03:00.009+08:002008-07-02T20:58:24.419+08:00This forgotten blog spaceAfter the thrilling rollercoaster ride, I’m back to square one again. These days, I’ve been trying to get the music passion back on track, my sanity back on track. I realized when I see Jesus surpasses everything anyone could ever provide for me, my heart is at peace and happier. In the midst of insanity, I’ve driven to where she jogs thrice, hoping that I could meet her. My attempts were FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-56622048891241814382008-02-06T18:52:00.000+08:002008-02-06T19:10:00.805+08:00ReasonCan you give me another reason to stay other than these "left-over" feeling from the beginning? Maybe I just can't get past what you said to me that night... You asked how should you be emotionally connected to me. I didn't know what to think about that question. I thought that should never be a question when 2 people are in a relationship. Have we drifted that far? You see, I am not reasoning FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-90125969241772850812007-11-20T12:18:00.000+08:002007-11-20T12:22:09.368+08:00If being concern for your health upsets you, then maybe I shouldn't care how you treat your own body, and I should just leave you alone when you are sick.... Maybe I really sux at this....FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-36549771096181777412007-08-25T16:12:00.000+08:002007-08-25T16:32:23.570+08:00la differenceA Different LoveA different loveUnspoken loveA melody engraved withinA circumstanceThere are no wordsJust human touchAnd now and then someone that speaksTo say they're wrong And yet the skin will never once question the heartThere is a faith that is in loveTo save the nightchorus:No word is spokenThe skies are open Two men are in love No need to proclaim that it ain't the same That won't stop theFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-62337498800381538172007-08-25T13:19:00.000+08:002007-08-25T13:20:33.024+08:00Prov 13:12 NIVHope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-10373151384247392102007-08-24T17:25:00.001+08:002007-08-24T18:43:03.873+08:00I f***ing HATE youIn my opinion a good song: has nice melody line, is rhtyhmic, punchy, great groove... This I like! =]FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-13807223437784914192007-08-23T18:13:00.001+08:002007-08-23T18:17:57.421+08:00Moving on"If you're over your ex and can see her again without feeling anything more than friends thats moving on. If u and your ex get back together BUT have resolved differences and are trying again, thats also moving on cos its a whole new relationssip all over again. I don't think its about moving on..... its just about accepting that you are just friends or giving it another shot. As long as u are FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-13027204424185174992007-08-18T21:08:00.000+08:002007-08-18T21:21:49.437+08:00Psalms 3(Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.)LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me. Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah. But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory (dignity, abundance, riches honour, splendour, glory honour, reputation) , and the lifter up of mine head.I cried unto the LORD with my FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-40273896663395461222007-08-18T21:04:00.000+08:002007-08-18T21:05:56.381+08:00Jesus, lover of my soul -DARLENE ZSCHECHJesus, lover of my soulJesus, I will never let You goYou've taken me from the miry clayYou've set my feet upon the rockAnd now i knowI love you, I need youThough my world may fall I'll never let You goMy Savior, my closest FriendI will worship you until the very endFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-30620013984018235372007-08-17T14:34:00.001+08:002007-08-17T15:08:45.435+08:00Yea, I'm a robot running on the Grace BatteryOur conversations are getting shorter and lesser. Friends would usually ask about how the emotions are coping. But you have never asked anything concerning the emo. Strange... even seeing and experiencing God's abounding Love, you could grow colder. Everyone has their own problems. Perhaps this is an area that I'm still trying to get used to? At this point, reasoning is not much needed. No wonderFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-82821198516817013792007-08-17T14:27:00.001+08:002007-08-17T14:28:16.178+08:00It is tiring when you "think" you are fighting the battles alone... How do people constantly fix their eyes on the finished work?FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-46026632915675465142007-08-07T22:32:00.000+08:002007-08-07T22:38:05.906+08:00Proverb 29:11"A fool uttereth all his mind [feelings, impatience, sorrow, uncontrollable impulse, desire, sorrow, trouble... ], but a wise man keepeth it in till afterwards." The KJV Strong's VersionFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-53336795605312195652007-07-14T23:41:00.000+08:002007-07-14T23:48:41.167+08:00Aftermath of House-Movingexcitment, backache, hunger, sleepless night, anxiety, tired eyes.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-25878338932884411562007-07-11T20:28:00.000+08:002007-07-11T20:29:57.270+08:00给我你的爱等待一点一滴你对我感到安心感觉朋友关系有了新的默契便利商店里谁也买不到我们最想要的东西只握在喜欢的人手上给我你的爱让我陪着你去未来给我你的爱手拉着手不放开就算宇宙爆炸海水都蒸发只愿你的记忆里有我的拥抱我的最大幸褔是发现了我爱你灵魂有了意义用每一天珍惜便利商店里谁也买不到我们最想要的东西只握在喜欢的人手上给我你的爱让我陪着你去未来给我你的爱手拉着手不放开就算宇宙爆炸海水都蒸发只愿你的记忆里有我的拥抱雨和天空也有相爱的可能望着你的微笑情不自禁给我你的爱让我陪着你去未来给我你的爱手拉着手不放开就算地球毁灭来不及流泪只愿你的记忆里有我的拥抱 listenFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-78976389538532372942007-07-11T19:47:00.000+08:002007-07-11T20:05:24.976+08:00强烈感有时候，对你有一种强烈感。那应该是来自心灵深处的那份渴望。可是压抑了这么久，到现在。。。界限与渴望。。。我已经分不清楚了。ew, 我不喜欢多愁善感的自己。FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-46001255627472195242007-07-11T19:38:00.000+08:002007-07-11T19:43:31.451+08:00我看在这里，还是用中文写比较好。写错了还不会给人批评。或许，明天我又会改变主意。。。FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-20976657927429453772007-07-10T20:43:00.000+08:002007-07-10T20:52:53.144+08:00非你莫属 懂得讓我微笑的人 再沒有誰比你有天份輕易闖進我的心門 明天的美夢你完成整個宇宙 浩瀚無邊的盡頭每顆渺小星球 全都繞著你走愛我 非你莫屬我只願 守護 由你給我的幸福愛我 非你莫屬也許會 笑著哭 但那人是你 所以 不怕苦懂得讓我流淚的人 給的感動一定是最深在我心中留下傷痕 你同時點亮了星辰看 那麼多相遇 偏偏只和你天造地設般產生奇跡我心的縫隙 我想除了你任誰也無法填補這空虛FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-12526086708800695342007-06-25T18:56:00.000+08:002007-06-25T19:10:14.597+08:00"The poor man is hated even by his own neighbor, But the rich has many friends..." -Prov 14:20aFinally, the concert is over! I saw shower of blessings from God, and restoration in my network of friends, from 1 to many over the past 6 months. I feel really "wealthy" with these friends around me.For the first time, I recieve gifts for my performance. I felt like a real star hahaha! More to come. FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-3370979862017152542007-06-05T21:41:00.000+08:002007-06-05T21:45:03.535+08:00Once AgainJesus Christ, I think upon your sacrificeYou became nothing, poured out to deathMany times, I've wondered at your gift of lifeI'm in that place once againI'm in that place once againCHORUS-And once again I look upon the cross where you diedI'm humbled by your mercy and I'm broken insideOnce again I thank you Once again I pour out my lifeNow you are, exalted to the highest placeKing of the heavensFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-63772274944018499292007-06-05T17:47:00.000+08:002007-06-05T17:49:44.636+08:00I’ve been feeling a little lost lately. There are a lot of things to be done, but I’m not sure where all those things are heading towards. I’m not even sure if I’m doing the right thing, pursuing the diploma…I feel so unmotivated.And.....I don't want to stay home for dinner anymore. The menu is the same - fried stuff, raw or no vegetables, rice. I don't know I should blame the cook or the FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-28080968746741373812007-05-28T22:28:00.000+08:002007-05-28T22:30:25.879+08:00Oh, so if you have an organ, you don't need the bassist? He's playing the basslines with his left hand!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoQdG1hX4SkFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-83647750840799155512007-05-25T23:02:00.000+08:002007-05-25T23:19:24.226+08:00I visited the zoo twice in 2 consecutive days, both with 2 different class levels. The first trip was exciting, and the second trip was easier to cope. During those trips, we saw the cute giraffes, smelled the stinky rhinos, pretended to read the map, stepped on animals' poops, watched the orang utan climbed along the ropes, heard the rattling of the snakes, wondered if that turkey-look-alike FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-41223161124792977852007-05-23T20:38:00.000+08:002007-05-23T21:05:44.277+08:00This is one of my favorite songs.. and i found this:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkIhpaP6CrAThis song totally puts a smile on my face!haha this reminds me of someone...except this girl is better in singing and playing =p I spent 1.5 hours on piano today, it was fruitful. I've decided to take the ALCM Jazz Diploma exam next year. YAY! Soon people will have to pay to hear me at the Esplanade (FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-76312456863046861222007-05-21T21:51:00.000+08:002007-05-22T22:10:40.757+08:00To my bestest friend - Jesus:Have I told you lately that I love you?Have I told you there's no one else above you?You fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness.Ease my troubles, that's what you do.For the mornin' sun and all it's gloryGreets the day with hope and comfort, too.You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better.Ease my troubles, that's what you do.Lord, you are FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-75659546797753104812007-05-20T22:31:00.000+08:002007-05-20T22:46:51.013+08:002 friends came along to church today - 1 saved, 1 unsaved. The message today wasn't very gender-neutral.Found a new place for supper - popiah, and wanton noodle.Its always nice to hang out with good friends. Friends whom I feel comfortable with. They are encouraging, and understanding. I'm so blessed to have them around! I am satisfied with just a handful of them.I've been out of the house by 8amFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-70702448820031792272007-05-19T00:41:00.001+08:002007-05-19T01:09:03.201+08:00She's no longer the first person whom i think of the moment I wake up, and before bed .... I can get use to this. I've kicked the habit of checking sms every 30 mins.I'm breathing.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-41188897908836972452007-05-18T19:52:00.001+08:002007-05-18T19:52:48.914+08:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BI3YPvxNRogFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-23116201216056470312007-05-11T23:25:00.000+08:002007-05-11T23:31:29.927+08:00My stomach was churning and had spasms. Went to the clinic, and the medication didn't help. Was in the pain for the longest time. In the end, I decided to make a trip to the A&E. I didn't wait long to see the doc. They tested my heart rate, and blood pressure. In the end, they said the same thing as the GP - Indigestion. YOU"VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-78637026351625122482007-05-11T21:48:00.000+08:002007-05-11T23:21:59.433+08:00To you, you, and youI wish you bluebirds in the springTo give your heart a song to singAnd then a kiss, but more than thisI wish you loveAnd in July a lemonadeTo cool you in some leafy gladeI wish you healthBut more than wealthI wish you loveMy aching heart and I agreeThat you and I could never beSo with my bestMy very bestI set you freeI wish you shelter from the stormA cozy fire to keep you warmBut most of all FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-23651251609883088012007-05-08T17:03:00.000+08:002007-05-08T17:10:52.914+08:00I learnt - When somebody gives you something out from their heart, just take it and accept it, then thank God for the grace...FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-55302047426307292062007-05-03T17:41:00.000+08:002007-05-03T18:29:15.465+08:00C.R.A.PTruths untoldFeelings hideAre rules of this foreign gamewhich no one survivedIts an epidemic, a quicksand,A sickness, a disease,It’s unfair you think,Why you, why you?But the consequence is predictable!You freaking burn.You knew, you knew.Woe to youFor stepping into it.Woe to you!A glimpse of hope, you think?NayBut much was done on purpose?NayBut, but there is this, and that…..It is normal, the FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-13378345769433809432007-04-19T17:03:00.000+08:002007-04-19T17:08:53.701+08:00It’s undeniable that we should be togetherIt’s unbelievable, how I used to say that I’d fall neverThe basis is need to knowIf you just don’t know how I feelThen let me show you that now I’m for realIf all the things in time, time will revealOne, you’re like a dream come trueTwo, just wanna be with youThree, girl it’s plain to seeThat you’re the only one for me, andFour, repeat steps one through FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1176195865874237462007-04-10T17:00:00.000+08:002007-04-10T17:04:25.883+08:00After music class, this boy from class came up to me and pointed at my t-shirt (I was wearing a tshirt that has AX on it). He said, "This is 'A' , a BARLINE, and 'X'!". I laughed when I heard that. Well done my boy! I've taught you well!FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1176109232489904302007-04-09T16:36:00.000+08:002007-04-09T17:04:32.110+08:00It seems like your indecisiveness to everything was part of the mess. There should be a time limit to consider/ assess the 'what if", "maybe". The mess had been going on for so long, I can't believe you took so long to do something about it.And....You've been hang out with him for so long. So, do you want him or no? For goodness sake, please tell him... This guy is madly in love with you if you FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1174992192959985302007-03-27T19:29:00.000+08:002007-03-27T19:50:47.403+08:00080307It is...that smile you wore,the heart you've poured,though not all of it,yet warm enough to delight mine,and make it leap a thousand miles....FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1170076600623491512007-01-29T21:15:00.000+08:002007-01-29T21:16:40.633+08:00I’m back from Chennai. This trip is an eye-opener. The weather there is awesome now. Wind blows at your face when I took a ride on the Autos (tuk-tuk). The streets in Chennai are disorganized. The cars beep constantly, and the drivers take their own sweet time to make 3 point turns. Even when I had my windows shut at the hotel, I could still hear the cars beeping outside. The Indians are very FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1168699154007822082007-01-13T22:37:00.000+08:002007-01-13T22:39:14.020+08:00Lately, I’ve been pissing people off. I’m not sure if there’s such a thing as “running out of favor”, but people has been impatient with me. I’m not expecting all people to like me, but where are the good and kind people? Maybe it’s just me, my face, and my behavior? Do I really have nothing better to do? I’m procrastinating my work. I hope this phase will pass soon. I feel bored, really bored…FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1166669292666925102006-12-21T10:45:00.000+08:002006-12-21T10:48:12.676+08:00我不难过 甚至真心希望你能幸福...Stranger 陌生人曲：蔡健雅 词：姚谦 编：一朵云能载多少思念的寄托 再忽然相遇街头当我们擦身而过 那短短一秒钟 都明白 什么都变了一转身谁能把感慨拋在脑后 在事过境迁以后这段情就算曾经 刻骨且铭心过 过去了 又改变什么地球它又 公转了几周了(浓情爱恋 都已陌生了)我不难过 甚至真心希望你能幸福当我了解你只能活在记忆里头我不恨你了 甚至原谅你的残酷理由当我了解不爱了 连回忆 都是负荷我不难过 甚至真心希望你能幸福当我了解你只能活在记忆里头我不恨你了 甚至感谢这样不期而遇当我从你眼中发现我已是陌生人了 我已是 陌生人了当所有的人离开我的时候 你劝我要耐心等候并且陪我度过生命中最长的寒冬 如此的宽容当所有的人靠紧我的时候 你要我安静从容似乎知道我有一颗永不安静的心容易蠢动FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1166219002075709902006-12-16T05:39:00.000+08:002006-12-16T06:33:47.700+08:00Its 5:30am. I woke up with a nightmare. I dreamt that you left me, and there was nothing I could do to undo your decisions. I saw you and I again. The heart-wrench, anger, betrayal, shouting, screaming, emptiness, the whole ordeal again. You've decided to prepare yourself to leave, and leave me helpless. You looked carefree, that left me doubting the integrity of what we had. You couldn't care FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1165951944327604932006-12-13T03:11:00.000+08:002006-12-13T04:18:53.403+08:00Its 3am in the morning, my sleep cycle is screwed up nowadays with or without caffeine. I usually hate to post lyrics on my blog or my profile, but its nice to cut and paste because it almost describes what's going on in the mind. Things have arrived to a stage where there's really nothing more to say. Be it inadequacy, inexpressiveness, I couldn’t get what I tried to say right then. Every FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1152533441755772852006-07-10T19:51:00.000+08:002006-07-10T20:14:08.293+08:00I'm glad world cup is over!I got woken up by my neighbors in the middle of the world-cup final night. I HATE THEM! The police is not of much help. They refused to settle the noise pollution for me, and asked me to settle it myself. Siao! If I'm in talking terms with my neighbors, would I have call you up? I don't even know my neighbors family name. I only know that they irritate me.So this morning, I woke up very very FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1128071625873231582005-09-30T17:11:00.000+08:002005-09-30T17:23:36.790+08:00Happy Children's Day! I got them Oreos and stickers! The jazz exam falls on the week after next. I have 2 days to fix the improvisation for "Mambo country" - panic. I want to get a disctinction for this exam. I have no life now but work, listen to Ella Fitzgerald's CDs, and practice.I can't wait to finish the exam. These are the things that I want to do:1) get my PPCDL- "Powered Pleasure Craft FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1123582820814228392005-08-09T18:13:00.000+08:002005-08-09T18:22:23.526+08:00The SonnetDeliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDf)Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the Sonnet. Get it? Composed?Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring & careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're veryFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1110890639962143452005-03-15T20:43:00.000+08:002005-03-15T20:47:05.086+08:00These are my “hugging-machines” whom I got my daily dosage of hugs:Series: BaileyManufactured year: 2003Product descriptions: Beckham with a tail hair-do, mixed-blood, chubby, belly.Function:- Says “No!” with a smirk when you yell his name every morning.- Brings 2 toy cars to class everyday.- Cries for mummy when he gets bored or hurt.- Has a proud look while walking back when you praise him for FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1110888941784439622005-03-15T20:15:00.000+08:002005-03-15T20:15:41.786+08:00Today’s music class went really well. All the boys were able to play “Hot Cross Bun” with their right hands perfectly. A few of the rascals couldn’t sit still while waiting for me to get to them with the keyboards. Thank God they are better kids than my previous class, which consist of a bunch of chimpanzees. I’m so proud my boys today (sparkling eyes).Friday class is not going to be this FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1105694819834188872005-01-14T17:20:00.000+08:002005-01-14T17:26:59.833+08:00I met the man who sold me many Jazz Cds when I was a teenager. He had a great influence in my taste for music, sort of "shaped" it. I saw him while purchasing ticket for "Dianne Reeve's" concert. We had spoken, but I don't think he remebers me. Anyway, he is still very knowledgeable with the music industry , be it pop, folk, rock, or jazz. He's gotta, cos he owns a CD shop. It's a big probabilityFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1104923384567034412005-01-05T19:08:00.000+08:002005-01-05T19:09:44.566+08:00My new formed band will be meeting up for the first time on this Sunday! I'm really looking forward to it! =]
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1104228115275659452004-12-28T17:50:00.000+08:002004-12-28T18:01:55.276+08:00The toilet seat in the second cubicle was broken. What in the world did that girl eat to have caused hindrance in her bowel movement and lead to such vandalism?
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1101114088840229022004-11-22T16:57:00.000+08:002004-11-22T17:01:28.840+08:00Its my off-day today. I'm having a productive day. I practised my piano, went to music lesson, filed my tax return, got my car fixed, dinner later. =] happy!
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1100746388885297922004-11-18T10:25:00.000+08:002004-11-18T10:53:08.886+08:00The year end concert is just 2 days away. The full-dressed rehearsals took place these 2 days. These 2 days... my co-workers had transformed into incredible hulks, or regressed to their id. Kids doing the wrong moves, standing in the wong position, wrong place, were all being yelled at. But of course, my co-workers won't remember any of these after the concert is over. To the kids, it could be aFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1090117438039102902004-07-18T10:10:00.000+08:002004-07-18T10:23:58.040+08:00These were what the Kids said:
"I wish I can have many birthdays so that I can catch up with my older brother"
"Loook! He's BLOODING!!!!"
"How many nights of sleep from now will the graduation concert (in November) be?"
"*holding up the same 10 cubic centmeters of legos* and said "Look! Its a ....
(amount of times said in descending order)
1) birthday cake;
2) a pirate ship;
3) an airplane;
4FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1086703210650679232004-06-08T21:54:00.000+08:002004-06-08T22:11:52.200+08:00Jo,
I got your postcard from Zurich! Since you are back-packing and didn't include an addy on the card, I thought I write you a little something here....
"A Little Something...."
Anyway, the little big city looks beautiful, especially the snow on the apex of the mountain :: drools on snow:: I hope you are eating well, resting well, and most important of all, living life to the fullest!!!!! FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1084800283729334792004-05-17T21:17:00.000+08:002004-05-22T07:34:47.846+08:00love gives me courage to:
1) be myself, no matter what the circumstances are
2) face all false accusations
3) face the world (almost)
4) go back to church
5) face my future with hopes and dreams (the positivity rubs off on me)FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1083467044459612182004-05-02T11:03:00.000+08:002004-05-02T11:07:13.246+08:00The Jazz at Regent Hotel was fine. I hadn’t heard any live singing as good as last night for a long time. The pianist was okay, maybe they should include a bassist. I wondered about the possibility for Victor to accompany Mandy. That would be interesting to hear.
Currently working on some more lesson plans. I’m stuck on activities to do with the lower grades. Well, I think I should be alright.
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1081944735256799662004-04-14T20:11:00.000+08:002004-05-02T11:08:51.246+08:00I’ve got a knot-band/ anklet (made by the beloved) wrapping comfortably around my ankle. So I reciprocated by acquiring the art of “knot-tying”. For any “knot-tying” rookie, the first 10 knots are normally pain in the….. hands.
Observation on the art of knot-tying:
Now the knots have to be tight for aesthetic reason, and should also add up to the circumference of that person’s ankle.
Color:
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1078838386569722322004-03-09T21:15:00.000+08:002004-03-09T21:22:01.530+08:00Everyday
(James Taylor)
everyday it's getting closer
going faster than a roller coaster
a love like yours would surely come my way
everday seems a little faster
all my friends they say go on up and ask her
a love like yours would surely come my way
everyday it seems a little stronger
everyday it lasts a little longer
come what may do you ever long for
true love from me like I longed for yours FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1077023923414769122004-02-17T21:13:00.000+08:002004-02-17T21:20:37.826+08:00I injured my back because...
1) I did 3 rounds of "hokey Pokey"
2) I bent too much when the tape sung "put your head in, put your head out, put your head in, and shake it all about..."
3) I ran to different corners to do different actions of the hokey pokey.
4) I had to teach a new mass dance 4 times a day, 3 times this week.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1076847269130060832004-02-15T20:12:00.000+08:002004-02-17T21:21:07.983+08:00A summary of my missing days:
It took …..
Passion to persevere long hours of practice
Patience to mould a person
Courage to admit your own mistake
Sincerity to build a friendship
Effort to keep in touch
Wit to humor others
Love to put up with all silliness
8 months to find her
3 weeks to recover from my flu
15 days to realize how lucky I am
Time to make all these happenFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-107262102234707752003-12-28T22:15:00.000+08:002003-12-29T21:30:44.700+08:00There should be a sign that says, "No dogs and children allowed.", at the entrance of the library.
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1072466149933588232003-12-27T03:13:00.000+08:002003-12-27T03:44:40.263+08:00Be it the Love among family members, pets, or friends.....
Some people see, but might not percieve.....
Corinthians 13 : 4 - 8
Love is patient, Love is kind,
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It is not proud, It is not rude,
It is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered,
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects, always FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1072192548127519042003-12-23T23:04:00.000+08:002003-12-23T23:23:53.996+08:00soul mate
n.
One of two persons compatible with each other in disposition, point of view, or sensitivity.
I used to think that "soul mate" is that person whom you marry to. I’ve gradually realized that that isn't necessary true. There could be more than one soul mate. There could also be possibilities that you won't marry any of them. Only a handful of lucky people marry their soul mates. A FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1072161071474724372003-12-23T14:31:00.000+08:002003-12-23T14:39:05.436+08:00 This Girl's in Love With You
You see this girl, this girl's in love with you
Yes I'm in love who looks at you the way I do
When you smile I can tell it know each other very well
How can I show you I'm glad I got to know you 'cause
I've heard some talk they say you think I'm fine
This girl's in love and what I'd do to make you mine
Tell me now is it so don't let me be the last to know
My hands FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1071493142677510402003-12-15T20:55:00.000+08:002003-12-15T21:22:28.623+08:00Went to watch Internal Affair III. It’s that kinna warped movie that I like, so yea =]. Helped out with some kiddy classes last week. Kiddies weren’t hard to understand like adults. They don’t try to hide their emotions. They get mad at you, threaten to stop being your friend, get distracted for a bit, and then comes back to play with you again. I wish every human relationship were this easy.
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1071331051747404782003-12-13T23:56:00.000+08:002003-12-14T00:13:19.466+08:00Both Sides Now
by Joni Mitchell
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons ev’rywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on ev’ryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really donFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1070635545262690482003-12-05T22:44:00.000+08:002003-12-05T23:36:52.170+08:00I recently received a comment asking me to remove one of my entries. I’m not going to throw in the paragraphs about freedom of speech here, because it’ll occupy too much space, and waste my time. What I want to say is – I will not comply with that. In this seemingly controlling society, I will not let anyone tell me what to do within this legitimate, one, and only space I have virtually. C’mon, FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1070591892858334532003-12-05T10:34:00.000+08:002003-12-05T10:39:13.123+08:00Jeepers Creepers
sung by Louis Armstrong
I don't care what the weatherman says,
When the weatherman says it's raining,
You'll never hear me complaining,
I'm certain the sun will shine,
I don't care how the weather vane points,
When the weather vane points to gloomy,
It's gotta be sunny to me,
When your eyes look into mine;
Jeepers creepers, where'd ya get those peepers?
Jeepers creepers, FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1070337725297651432003-12-02T12:02:00.000+08:002003-12-05T10:49:01.920+08:00Theloniuos Monk, Miles Davis, and Margaret Cho are part of my life at the moment.
Hotmail has a new interface, which takes time to get use to, so no comment on it now.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1069563653095884572003-11-23T12:56:00.000+08:002003-11-23T13:08:51.263+08:00You have been one stubborn IT ya know? I’ve been trying to get rid of you since forever. You've disgraced me, and made me uncomfortable in my jeans. I bladed, swam, walked, ran, and sweated my pants out. All you could do was bounced. So are you happy now that I couldn’t do anything to get rid of you? You have been here long enough, and it’s time for you to go. C’mon! Work with me, will ya? Go FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1069426087598255302003-11-21T22:43:00.000+08:002003-11-21T23:26:32.920+08:00All the right people were either attached, or engaged, contemplating getting into a relationship, (worst still) married with kids!!!! *cries* *pulls hair* WHY! WHY!FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1069256622479107162003-11-19T23:34:00.000+08:002003-11-19T23:45:30.840+08:00These days, my life has been occupied by a mixture of these:
Types of people:
the childish
the mature
the inconsiderate
the helpful
the chaotic
the pragmatic
Places:
Bodyworlds Exhibition
Subway
Pastamania
Moods:
Happy
Pissed
Anticipated
Apprehensive
Delighted
Consoled
Worried
CarelessFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1068819022313145512003-11-14T22:04:00.000+08:002003-11-14T22:14:17.903+08:00Sometimes I get sooooooo freakin sick of people around me!
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A Place For My Head
by Linkin Park
I watch how the
Moon sits in the sky in the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming
The moon's going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me / You do
Favors and then rapidly / You just
Turn around and start FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1068544781838865082003-11-11T17:59:00.000+08:002003-11-11T18:52:56.806+08:00My favorite Thai song for now by Taxi.
Song: kit teung chun mai wae-laa tee ter... (You miss me when....)
To listen, click on play button on the right, thai lyrics and english translation on the left.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1067942414365949112003-11-04T18:39:00.000+08:002003-11-17T22:26:25.140+08:00What is it with our business attitude here? We have been paying a large sum of money to this auditor for our paperwork, and tax for a year. In the end, it is only wise to start doing things ourselves, which would save us some dough. Now it just takes FOREVER for that auditor to mail out our important documents to the government. By the way that dude promised to mail the documents out 2 weeks ago,FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1067778561525145062003-11-02T21:04:00.000+08:002003-11-17T22:28:18.606+08:00I was at the newly renovated neighborhood library today, and so was everybody. The new library has:
1) New carpets - to keep down the noise level from noisy kids
2) Several new leather couches - for people to rest their asses
3) A reading room - for people who want to rest their asses and get away from those noisy kids
4) Several iMacs for book-search/catalog stations - for people who don't want FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1067151701159013992003-10-26T15:01:00.000+08:002003-11-17T22:19:07.106+08:00ok, i think i'm starting to get a little bored here now. Sara has been busy with work, and no email from her =\. i'm missing my chat/ therapy session with Squinn.
I've been having sticky rice with my hands for every meal. Just 2 dishes of meat and fish, and occasionaly soup. The Thai BBQ was fantastic the other day. we all sat down on the floor mats to dine. they put pig's fat on the top of the FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1066971754730010272003-10-24T13:02:00.000+08:002003-10-24T13:02:34.810+08:00Hello world, I'm now using a computer that doesn't belong to me. When that happens, that means i can get chase out anytime, and that explains why I'm under stress now.
I'm sitting at this office, the bangkok sky is gloomy - a left-over condensation from yesterday's rainy weather. The vegetable workers are working outside, frantically, rushing for today's shipment. why am i not helping them? wellFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1065236898082023182003-10-04T11:08:00.000+08:002003-10-04T11:08:18.090+08:00I've been carrying around this misconception of people, and issues. After all these years, have I not learn to detect their personalities accurately right away? Howcome my intuition didn't get sharpened up? Or maybe it isn't even there in me? I guess I'll be misunderstanding people until someone corrects me.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1064930031224976272003-09-30T21:53:00.000+08:002003-11-17T22:40:01.826+08:00It REALLY sucks when I can't help my friends out of their problems. I feel guilty for all the benefits I've taken from them, their time especially. I hope someday I can be in a position to help most of them. I'm sorry *cries*....FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1064825546686695532003-09-29T16:52:00.000+08:002003-09-29T17:07:19.010+08:00I always wanted to befriend some extremely intelligent people. When I finally get to meet one, I am dumbfounded with the things they asked. This tells me that I need to read more books.FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1064825295075489702003-09-29T16:38:00.000+08:002003-11-17T22:41:35.153+08:00Highlights of the week:
Thursday:
Went to the Ladies night at Zouk. There was a Thai drag show there. The queens weren't stunning as expected.
Saturday:
Practiced the piano for 5 hrs straight. I'm playing "Don't Know Why", and "The Way We Were".
Sunday:
Celebrated dad's b-day. Dad wanted to use my coffee bean crusher to make avocado juice. Dad wanted to buy an identical N-Balance track shoesFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1064313972770547322003-09-23T18:27:00.000+08:002003-11-04T19:01:24.493+08:00sometimes its good to remain silent.
when you over do everything. Be it concern, or curiosity, or boredom, or laziness, or self-pity,
you'll be dragged into the swirl of chaos. after a minute, you regret what you've just said and done.
too late, you can't take your words back and action.
And you know you are not supposed to do that too.
dammit!
I miss the sight of snow.
I miss the serenity FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1063238348408473822003-09-11T07:43:00.000+08:002003-09-11T07:59:08.453+08:00I should have listened to even the slightess voice from my heart, and not be impulsive. I don't want to live in regrets, and in a chaotic world.
Changes are ok, but am I as adaptive as I used to be. It's scary to say that I'm getting comfortable, so comfortable that mediocrity and complacency are developing. ewwww
At this point of this meaningless entry, strangely, I feel better =] !FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1063019200567122952003-09-08T19:06:00.000+08:002003-09-20T10:13:26.356+08:00I spent a freakin' $105 to highlight and cut my hair, and I didn't end up pweety. The stylist told me he had to think about how to cut my hair (what bullshit!), and wanted me to go back again (yea and pay him another $32!).
I'm boycotting "Jantzen Salon"!!! I should have gone to QB House instead =\.
Sara was hyper today, she cracked my up with her seltzer. That's her in the yellow and black FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1061916233107802372003-08-27T00:43:00.000+08:002003-11-17T22:43:32.090+08:00The problem with the admin database was temporarily solved today. Finally! After a week, we could only come up with a stupid solution. The whole dbase was messed up because SQL couldn't filter the dates properly. Why? Because the dates had been converted into "TEXT"!!!!!! So you ask "Why can't you just convert the text into date format again?" Well, I can, but somehow the SQL doesn’t recognize FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1061355850808833322003-08-20T13:04:00.000+08:002003-08-20T16:14:46.860+08:00I got this email long time ago.
MEMORANDUM
TO:ALL TELUS EMPLOYEES
FROM: MANAGEMENT
SUBJECT: SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING
DATE: Feb 12, 2001
In order to ensure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from all employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained through our program of: SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T.) We are trying to give our FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1061307606864325622003-08-19T23:40:00.000+08:002003-08-19T23:47:33.803+08:00I’m picking up this habit of leaving the TV on “mute”, and having Billie Holiday sing from my CD player. Dude! This totally feels like I’m in a fashion boutique, only that the clothes are in the closet, and there’s a queen size bed… Okay, so it doesn’t really resemble a boutique, … how about a high-class restaurant?
For a month now, the hermit in me has been telling me that it’s time to contactFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1061221281669498332003-08-18T23:41:00.000+08:002003-08-18T23:41:21.636+08:00Chloe's Letter:
" I want to let you in on a secret. I'm not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off the façade like I did at the spring formal. But I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again. So I decided that it's better than liveFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1060867626396166072003-08-14T21:27:00.000+08:002003-08-14T21:34:12.566+08:00It’s wonderful to hear Christmas songs when it’s not even Christmas. It’s EVEN MORE WONDERFUL to hear Ella Fitzgerald sing “Sleigh Ride” on any normal night! It’s like eating a piece of apple in a whole mouth full of lobster meat.
I’m almost done with my teaching job. No classes this week. All these free time is making me feel useless. I’ve invested 4 hrs today on my piano practice. Watch out FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1060699577170204272003-08-12T22:46:00.000+08:002003-08-12T22:48:05.903+08:00This world is a mess, it has become worst. I don’t know whether this mess is due to my clearer understanding of this world. Whatever the cause is, I don’t like it. I like things to be simple, black and white, and no gray area. Now a gray area consists of too many information on something (sometimes too little), but these information are not enough to draw up a conclusion. Therefore, one may FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1060180336449666272003-08-06T22:32:00.000+08:002003-08-06T22:38:14.786+08:00I miss…
that mole on the forehead
that smile which resembles the morning sun
those hands that rolled up the egg rolls
the sparkles in the eyes in front of the amour display
that indecisiveness when contemplating on a $10 BR turtle neck
those babblings while driving to find the right restaurant
the hospital pants that fitted perfectly on the hip
those worn platforms that sat quietly on the shelf
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1060005393022662492003-08-04T21:56:00.000+08:002003-08-04T21:56:33.050+08:00These two days hadn’t been great. I earned only $2 from the flea market yesterday. The whole darn thing occupied 7 hours of my entire day. I should be sitting at the meadow of the President’s House, enjoying the sun.
Today, I couldn’t jiff up my piano pieces. “Groovy kind of love” was too rigid to be groovy, and God was probably bored to sleep by the “not-so-amazing Grace”. Four more days to FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1059753373737507042003-08-01T23:56:00.000+08:002003-08-01T23:56:13.790+08:00I love good surprises when I wasn’t expecting anything to happen. Just today, I had breakfast with my teaching assistant. She’s got a really good sense of humor. Almost every sentence that came out from her made me laughed. We talked about our parents, dogs, the schools we used to go to, our neighborhood (she lives nearby), our dreams, etc. I haven’t enjoyed such a good conversation in person forFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1059521201763840072003-07-30T07:26:00.000+08:002003-07-30T07:29:06.916+08:00I fell sick last night. I don't know what was it. All I knew was, I felt really dizzy and coundn't even walk. When I tried closing my eyes, my head started to spin to the point that I could collapse. All these symtoms lasted the whole night. Then I puked twice- only water though. Ma said the illness could be the lack of proper lunch and breakfast, but I had salmon spread crackers! hmm I've never FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1059438276801338182003-07-29T08:24:00.000+08:002003-07-29T08:24:36.816+08:00People change. To be specific, the situations that people live in change frequently. Each of those situations determines how a person reacts and acts in their daily lives. For example the other day, a stray Labrador came to my house. I’ve never kept a huge dog like a Labrador before. The one right in front of me was adorable and tamed. I wish I could keep it.
I could tell that the Labrador wasFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1059054237676273582003-07-24T21:43:00.000+08:002003-07-24T21:43:57.646+08:00" Maybe someday, you’ll see my face among the crowd
Maybe someday, I’ll share your little distant cloud
Oh, cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore
You’re the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine ......"
FoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1058858003634866362003-07-22T15:13:00.000+08:002003-07-22T15:13:23.703+08:00There was a conflict in class today. A group of girls complained that 2 boys scared them with their pet spider. The boys were made to stay back after class. It’s amazing to watch kids lie. Everyone lies when they were younger, but its so interesting to see their facial expressions and their body language – twitching of the brows, moving around, refused to have eye contacts with the teacher, handsFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1058111078981884592003-07-13T23:44:00.000+08:002003-11-17T22:44:29.186+08:00"WHy don't you go look for a proper job?? You've wasted 2 years in polytechnic education, and 4 years in the US, and you are not even using your degree. Those are MY money, and You wasted all my money!!!"
oh, thank you for bringing this topic up every dinner time. I just feel like a "brand new person with hopes" and I'd like to "go out and look for a "PROPER JOB"" now!!!! You complaint about myFoulMoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137635662134395968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5518877.post-1058083572792893332003-07-13T16:06:00.000+08:002003-07-13T16:14:37.510+08:00I went to watch "Whale Rider". The plot is a hundred times better and a totally different from "Free Willy". Since this is a Kiwi film, so you'll get to see the pretty beach of New Zealand, and learn about the Maui Culture.
This is going to my favorite movies list now.
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