SabOOOoOOoooh!!!!!

Mwuahahaa!

It's that time of the year again.

To the woman who taught me one of my most important life lesson (or not ;P)... Drawing and colouring primary shapes is NOT the easiest, most piece of cake art homework a 10 year old could ever get. Bwuahahaa!!! Here's to all the years we drove each other crazy with tons of laughter, teasing, bickering, and... i'm sure quite a few other stuffs that prolly should never be mentioned on a public website. HAha! To this day, i still can't believe i made you cry over a painting of circles, squares and triangles. But then again, you probably still can't believe the only shiny new mechanical pencil you conveniently grabbed from me that fateful day 13 years ago would be worth more to me than your apparently very precious art homework. Hahaha!!! To that i only have one thing to say after all these years... YOU STARTED IT! ;D

And now, the fun part! You know this was coming XD

Through the years...

of ugly t-shirts..

and double chins (oooh! she's so going to kill me. bwuahahaa!!!)

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By the way, happy birthday to UNCLE SCOTT too! Fasterlah.... i'm craving shark's fin soup ;P

of the rebellious, slacker days in F4...

haahaa. i just noticed Melissa sesat at the back.

and all that name calling XD

oh golly look at you two pale skins while i was so roasted from the scorching heat of tennis tournaments!

when we thought we could dance

oooo... showing some leg eh? hahaha!

and not so gentle loving...

when you didn't pass up the opportunity to SIT ON ME when you KNEW i had very badly sprained my butt. RARW!!!!!

I must say, we've come real far...

considering how often we fell asleep in class and how much food we snuck in after rehat!

And you know it's going to be awhile before i get tired of looking up terribly unflattering old photos of you. Coz i just have too many. Mwuahahaa!!!

But, it's ok. I'm sure Don will think you look like an angel no matter. ahahahahahahaahahahaaaaa!!!

Thanks for the good laugh when i rediscovered some of our long lost "love" letters!

Or more like "merajuk" letters. HAHA! And, apparently it was cool to spell sorry "sorrie" when we were 12 XD

and someone didn't know the meaning of leaving spaces between words. hahaa!

Am i a better friend now that i don't owe you RM25? :D

Just last Sunday my pastor mentioned how when iron is being sharpened against iron, there will be sparks. And so we had our moments, but here's where i'll swallow my pride and let you gloat about how i may not be the way i am today hadn't you snatched my mechanical pencil from me 13 years ago :)

Happy Birthdaylah Miss Foong Wing Sun. Stay Awesome!!! (and you better be coming to visit me soon XD) Cheers!

p/s: eh, very hard to find a good photo of just you and me yah...

Words Of The Day

saboh (Manglish): Short for "sabotage". Yay for our wonderful gift for mutilating the beauty of the English language. Bwuahahaa!

sesat (Malay): to be lost.

rehat (Malay): recess.

merajuk (Malay): erm... to be pissed off? to throw a tantrum? something like that lah :D

BwUAhaHAaa!!!

Ahahhahahaha!!! Yay for random funnies from the net X)

Moving on, for some strange reason, i think the angels of Heaven decided to drop some real random humour in to my increasingly unfunny life lately. Somehow, a piece of the most-est nonsense-est tune ever composed decided to resurface from the deepest darkest conners of my memory only to loop itself mercilessly my head all last weekend. And thus, my fellow Malaysia-Singaporean, kiasus, babies of the 80's, i bid thee to join me in the spirit of kiasuness as we sing our infamous kiasu anthem. Come, come. Don't pai-seh. Lets sing!

Words Of The Day

kiasu (Hokkien): fear of defeat.

pai-seh (Hokkien): to be shy / shameful.

The Mother of All Goans...

GROoOOOOOOoOOOooOAAAaaAaaaaaAaaAAaaaAaaNNnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, i'm contemplating escapism. Here's what i gots....

What if i sold everything i have, cept for, say, a trunk full of extra important belongings, my wonderful Mac, and an ipod full of catchy country tunes, emo worship and maybe a loud angry tune or two. Then, with that money, get me a shiny new, Black, V8 Ford Mustang GT coupe... or convertable, and just drive.... take a good long road trip, and keep driving till i run out of gas and cash. Then see where on the map i end up, dig myself into a cave and pretend i'm a great big grizzly bear for the rest of my life. Here's why:

Yaaaaaaaaaa.... i so sound like such an over achiever right now XD GOOD JOB Jan Faye!

Well... if u got a better idea, i'm open to hear one. And if you're going to say quit everything i'm doing and go work in Disneyland as a animatronic character, i've already thought of that. The good long drive and becoming a bear sounds a whole lot more appealing.

I had written this in one of my class notes recently: 

What sells a joke?

• All humour is about pain.
• Watching characters react to pain amuses people.
• When a character unwittingly participates in his own clobbering.
• When the villain participates in his own demise.

YES... we are a sadistic race of creatures aren't we.

Shake Us to Wake Us...

... He did not even need to ask me what i was crying about. When he looked at me I just poured out every fear, doubt, worry, and question I had. "Why, why, why?" I asked.

Calmly John asked me, "Lisa, what have you asked God to do in your life? Did you ask for furniture or clothes?"

At that moment I was silently wishing I had asked for blessing instead of what I was going through.

John probed further. "What did you ask for?"

"I asked God to refine me," I mumbled back.

"Well, that is what you are getting," John answered and walked out.

(Lisa Bevere, Out of Control and Loving It!)

Sigh! The irony of life...  Why can't I simply be satisfied just asking for blessings. Why must we insist on more? More than just the to be bless, but to in turn be the blesser or blessing? Life's a joke that's not as funny when the jokes on you. "God, why do i keep getting the feeling You're in this annoying business of constantly bugging me to bite off waaaay more than i can chew?"

I have placed My hand upon you. The same hand that brings anointing also applies pressure. So do not resist My work in you. It is a good work to refine and strengthen, change and renew. A new thing I will do in you, a new flame I will kindle. I'm preparing a vessel for this flame. A lamp for that light, one that is not tinted and does not obstruct the light. I will give you rest, My child, so fear not; lean upon Me as we travel swiftly to this new place.

(Lisa Bevere, Out of Control and Loving It!)

When you find yourself
In some far off place
And it causes you to rethink some things
You start to sense that slowly
You're becoming someone else
And then you find yourself

When you make new friends in a brand new town
And you start to think about settlin' down
The things that would have been lost on you
Are now clear as a bell
And you find yourself
Yeah that's when you find yourself

Where you go through life
So sure of where you’re headin'
And you wind up lost and it's
The best thing that could have happened
‘Cause sometimes when you lose your way it's really just as well
Because you find yourself
Yeah that’s when you find yourself

When you meet the one
That you've been waitin' for
And she's everything that you want and more
You look at her and you finally start to live for some one else
And then you find yourself
That’s when you find yourself

When we go through life
So sure of where we're headin'
And we wind up lost and it's
The best thing that could have happened
‘Cause sometimes when you lose your way it's really just as well
Because you find yourself
Yeah that's when you find yourself
(Brad Paisley, Find Yourself)