Was never a teacher's pet

Friend: So where you work now?
Me: Part of MOE.
Friend: Huh?
Me: I'm a teacher now lar.
Friend: WHAT? YOU? TEACHER?????? SURE OR NOT!?

Felt pretty insulted actually. But couldn't blame them. I bet most of my ex-classmates had never expected me in becoming a teacher.

Me: Why? Cannot meh?
Friend: No lah.. But you.... you're...
Me: What? Being noisy and kacau in class last time mean I cannot be a teacher now lah is it?
Friend: Errr... Er.... Something like that kua?

(Sorry for the ultra broken English in the conversation)

Okay, let me rewind and show you how was I like as a student starting from kindergarten.

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Ya, I'm the little girl with coconut-fringe like bitten by rats.

Small eyes, flat nose and super round face like being drawn by a compass. Sadly, my figures never changed much... I'm now 23 and am still having the small sepet eyes, the flat tongkeng nose and pancake face.

(Hey, it's ok for me saying myself like that. Not for you to describe me later outside. Please take note ya.)

I don't really have the popular cute girl material that make adults go like, "OH!! SO CUTE!", and I bet my kindergarten even forgot there's a "King Siaw Chin" in her class.

I was never noticed. Because I'm not the loudest singing "哥哥爸爸真偉大“, I'm not the smartest in class with the best handwriting, I'm not the ma-ma-fan-fan kid who pee or crap in the pants and I don't cry.

So...... average.

it doesn't really matter if I attended school I guess. Doesn't make any difference, except when it comes to school fee and stupid donations.

So that's me, age 3 - 4. In kindergarten "Big" and "Small" Yellow class.

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Then primary, I couldn't remember much about that though.

I know that I became more talkative and outgoing. Once in awhile I'll "accidentally" forgot that I had homework to finish. But I was never in a 'B' class.

I'm never the person who came out of witty ideas, but I'm the "follower". If majority did that, I'll just blindly follow.

Still, I'm not important in school lah. Not super naughty, nor the brightest in class. So So.

I looked very "mature" hor?

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Ah Ha~ Secondary. Lots and lots of juicy thing happened at this stage. Same goes for everyone I know.

Don't bother to find me lah. So blur the picture

And I bet ALL, okay.. maybe MOST of the teachers who ever taught me will never forget me.

I was noisy, talkative and very kacau.

There's this teacher who hated me, everything also go in my "account". (Meaning, if anything happen in the class, I'm the first to be questioned)

I remembered once someone left a pair of scissor on the teacher's chair. The bitch teacher came into to the class, saw the scissor and started to scold us like mad woman thinking we purposely want to poke her butt I guess.

Gila.

Unfortunately, until today we all still have no idea who's the culprit who left it there. And the worst of all is, the teacher secretly told my friends that she think it's me. See, do nothing also kana blamed.

ALAMAK! If I want to do prank on her I also won't choose to put scissor lah, put also put the twisted staple which is less visible what. Brainless!

I had a really bad image maybe.

But I'm not the kind of "bad student" leh.

I never fail my exams, I never cheated in exams (monthly test and pop quiz excluded), I don't smoke, I don't wear black/red bras underneath my semi-transparent white shirt, I never dye my hair, my nails are always short.

Okay lah, I did brought "blanco", in your word- Tipex or white correction fluid to school. (It's banned)

Still, I'm good what. Maybe just a little too talkative and hyper active.

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Last week when we went to 48 house for a mini gathering, she was laughing and saying.. "Can't believe that you're a teacher now. You're so "soi" when it comes to teacher. You even got scolded when you're just sneezing!"

Pretty sad huh. Sneeze also kana marah. Not like I purposely sneeze one what.

Those who were in the same class with me should know that I have a very sensitive nose. I'm the one who can't get enough tissue to sneeze and blow my nose on. Yah, maybe because I sneezed too loud. But what the hell... is it wrong to sneeze?

What to do, class clown always get the blame.

Plus, my best friends in school are all so obedient and straight away students, with them.. it just make me look so bad.

But I still love them~

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Ceng Ceng Ceng. ITB!

Hehehe. Still (very) talkative, love to laugh, day dream, read my own Chinese kungfu novel or any other books and SLEEP in class.

(Don't tell me you never sleep in class!)

I was juggling in between my part-time job and studies. I went to school like everyone else, from 8am - 12am, if there's no tutorial class in the afternoon, I'll start my part time job from 1pm to 7.30pm.... But most of the time got home late because I had no transport and were highly dependent on colleagues who always OT.

And during the busiest time like exhibition, hahahaa... I'll escaped class because that's the best opportunity to earn the extra commission!

Ah, all my lecturers know I had a part time job lah. I had to work to lessen the family's burden. They're quite understanding though. And sometimes they even asked me to give discount or check prices with me when they want to buy something.

Hehhehee. Feels bit weird but funny.

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There was this time when I was quietly reading my book, ignoring the lecturer babbling to (himself rather than) the whole class, sekali.. he noticed it and marah me like no tomorrow in front of the whole class. I felt humiliated!

All CIS 18 who were in the class will never forget that moment!

Excuse me, at the back row there were some who's playing game on their laptop, some sleeping and some eating.. Why am I so unlucky????

Cilaka one... He was in a bad mood and took it all out on me.
%$#%^@&*%^&^$@

Really "sway" man...

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Then, there's another time when I was sleeping in the lecture class....Err, I was too tired from yesterday's work bah..

And during the tutorial class, the lecturer asked if I could answer the question on the board,

Lecturer: King, can you answer that question?
Me: Sorry sir. I don't know how.
Lecturer: Of course you don't know, you were SLEEPING justnow.

Sibeh malu!

This one I have no alasan. I'm wrong...

But, there's a couple of lecturers who's really really sweet and nice.

I remembered when the place I stayed was on fired, all my books were gone and Symey, my lecture gave me her copy of the ultra thick C Programming book. That book not cheap you know. Very touched leh.

Actually, I thought most lecturers will dislike me (based from the history), surprisingly my cousin who's currently studying in ITB taking the same course as me told me that my lecturers actually praise me a lot in front of her.

WEIRD!

(What, Love in heart, mouth hard to say is it?)

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So you see, I was never a teacher's pet who's adored, loved and given extra shiny stickers or stars on the exercise book.



But now I'm a teacher myself.

I remind myself that I shall never be bias and pilih kasih.

Every student has the right to study and learn, not judging by their family background or academic results.




And, were you a teacher's pet last time? Or you have the same unlucky encounters like me?

Random

Here I am, reluctant to update my blog yet I feel that I need to.

Just got back from a 3 days training course named Camp@Apple held at Seameo-Voctech. Fun and interesting. Learn quite a lot of things but, I don't own a Mac lah...

Big Mac from McDonald can kah?

Sigh..so lame....

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I'd been surfing for hours searching for a decent valentine's or birthday gift for the fat guy, sigh...zero results.

It's either that they're too expensive or, they don't deliver to Brunei.

Bugger...


You all seeing this, any suggestion on what to get for guys?


(PLEASE!!!!! Don't tell me things like, "Tied yourself with ribbon and present to him lor". I'm saying real gifts!)

And, don't tell me to get him PORN, because I don't know whether he already has it or not in his "collections". Oops! I did not just say that in my blog! You all see nothing, read nothing! I can go die now.....

Guys stuff so hard to buy lah... Am not going to get the usual stuff like belt, tie, wallet, clips, pins, BOXER, that kind of stuff.

But don't have enough to buy him PS2 / 3, mobile phone or original (MAN U) football jersey.

And I hate to repeat gifts, will not buy stuffs that I ever gave to EX(s).

My last resort will be petrol voucher at Shell, if they have it. Hahhaaa! Practical enough? Not cheap you know! Somemore he pump the fuel can bring me go paktoh.

The worst thing is... fat guy's birthday and valentine's day is only 3 DAYS apart!!! Damn broke. I'll sure suffer from hair loss after making 2 cards (big project you know) in a row..

(Tell me, where to find such good girlfriend like yours truly?)

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Here's a little conversation I had with Nisah past few days, she asked me to blog about it.

Ness: Why my mata small?

(Refering to this picture)
Like to edit pictures "Scrapbooking" style recently. Cool?

Nonnie: My mata also small what. I don't know how to photoshop it bigger. If can make (photoshop) my nose sharper too.

Ness: PLASTIC SURGERY! Come we do together. Thailand cheap.

Nonnie: Hahahahhahaaa. Cannot, later I go Heaven the new face not register by God.

Ness: hahhahhahahhahahhahaahahaah
Ness: hahhahahahhahahaha
Ness: hhahahahahahhahhahaha
Ness: hahahhahahhaha

(Don't ask me why she "hahhahahahaha" so long)

Ness: SIAO!!!!

Nonnie: Make sense to me tho

Ness: God- Eh, you who har? Only Nonnie King can go to heaven
Ness: You- BUT I AM NONNIE KING!
Ness: God- Not by this picture... NEXT!!

Ness: Hahahhahaa

Nonnie: Don't you think so? I think I'm quite smart to think of such reason tho

Ness: hahahhaa. YES, very original

Nonnie: Make sure go copyright it

Ness: hahahhahhahaa. BLOG IT!!!

So nah, blog liao lor.

You know, those "hahhahhahahhahaha" in MSN sometimes make me wonder if the person is really laughing or just layan with no expression...

p/s: Promise I'll post a decent entry tomorrow.

Oh, before I click "PUBLISH", congratulations to those who passed their O and A level with flying colors.

Without flying color also congrats lah, at least Pass mah.

If Fail also nevermind, at least you got another chance (to resit for the next June 07).

(Damn, I sucks in comforting people!)

Flowers?

Guy buys Girl flowers,

Girl says,

But deep in her heart,


And Guy thought Girl really don't like it.


And when another important day comes,

Girl feels really excited and happy

Guy show Girl his gift for her

"Same same flower. But this 'flower' can EAT. "

The above scenario never happens to me in real life *Touchwood*.

It is a just a funny thought that came across my mind out of no where and so I requested Bobby to 'act' with me. Heheehehe. Kasian the boyfriend.

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Ya, it might seems funny. But, it does will happen because women tend to be less and less romantic, and it happened most to "housewives".

(Ladies, please keep your "romantic cells" active even if you're married/ attached with someone for long long time. Never let the passion dies)

Remember,
when man gives you flowers, even if it's wrong... whether it's Chrysanthemum or made out of plastic, if you love him, do not get mad at him and complain about it.

Even if there's nothing nice to eat when a man brings you to a very posh restaurant, do not tell him that you think food in pasar malam is way better and cheaper too.

Sometimes, a little white lie can be good if you really love that man. Give him some confidence and encouragement so he can do better.

(In my case, I "hint" what I'll prefer. Very OBVIOUS hint! Don't like to play Guessing game bah)

Else he'll think of a way to 'revenge' when his effort get wasted while trying to make you happy, but yet kana 'poured cold water' by you.

"Cikgu, ada orang main game"

It's a wide known secret to my friends that I'm a coward when it comes to the paranormal, especially.... hantu.

Whether "its" a Asian pontianak, Chinese "Jiang-si" (The jumping jumping one with a yellow paper sticked on the forehead) ,orang-putih vampire, or the usual white color semi-transparent floating spirit with no legs... I believe they do exist and never dare to challenge them.

And... I don't watch horror flicks, because I know I won't dare to pee alone in the dark cubicle thinking that a skeleton hand will come out from the toilet bowl. Don't even dare to step down the bed because I believe there are more of "them" hiding underneath it.

Hah! Watching Ju-on, Shutter, and all those classic Japanese/ Korean/ Thai horror films... Over my dead body!!!

(Oh well, unless it's during broad day light with sun rays beaming into the house, and a crappy DVD/ VCD that is so blur that will make me asked, "Where's the ghost oh? I don't see it leh. Is it out yet?", then I dare to see)

But I love to listen to ghost stories plang~
(Audio only, no video. I can imagine myself)

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Today as usual after my lesson ends, I need to sent my student back to their class from my lab. What I normally do is asking them to queue in line and wait for my order to leave the room.

While talking to them, suddenly few students standing at the back pointed to the monitor and said,

"Cikgu, ada orang main game."

WHAT??? Everyone is in the line, there couldn't be anybody else "playing games on the PC". My hairs stand up instantly.... My facial expression become so stiff that I think I just injected few bottles of Botox.

But, I couldn't run away. I'm the only adult there. I have to protect my kids. (We teachers have a habit of calling our students "anak" and "(my) kids".)

I walked slowly towards the computer, prepared myself to see something that Science couldn't explained...

I gulped down my saliva, narrow my eyebrows with my lips shut.

Sekali...

Ngai ti....... it's only the SCREEN SAVER lah!

----- Suspen! -----

Swimming is FUN

It's been quite some time that I hadn't blogged anything about what I'd done and where I went.

So, whether you like it or not *stick tongue out*, I'm going to blog about Bobby and I went swimming yesterday.


Had a meeting at M.O.E yesterday and so the day before, I text Bobby and asked if he had any place in mind that we can go "paktoh" (Dating).

Was thinking about go swimming but I have to drive back alone for one hour... If I doze off how?

And coincidentally, Bobby suggested the same thing! (Ee seg, connected eh~). Arghh... tired tired lah, don't care liao. I had not swim for almost 6 months already.

p/s: My solution of keeping myself alert and awake is - Speeding.
(Boys and girls, please don't try this!)


Kay, let me explain why do I have to travel so far just to swim.

I can't swim in BSRC or Panaga Club because I'm not rich enough to pay the membership fee and my father doesn't work in Shell.

And.... the most important reason of all is, the only public pool available in Belait district is in Mumong Sport complex. Damn freaking dirty! No one.. I mean any of my friends are willing to swim there.

I saw a lot of UFO (Unidentified Floating Objects), I tried to keep my mouth shut under the water and definitely no DRINKING of water + chlorine + urine + sweat + sun block!

(I ever saw pampers floating inside there! Tell me if you ever see something more disgusting that this)


Plus, a lot of "buaya(s)" there.

Not that the pools in BSB don't have, but at least it's bigger, I'm not limited to swim within the "safe zone" pathetically, and I can swim away, far far away where they can't see anything if they submerged down to check out boobies, or pubic hairs swaying sensitive areas .


Hehe. Actually, I only learned how to swim last few years.

Malu hor? (No lah.. At least I know how now mah~ Better late than never)

And the reason why I learn it is because, I'm forced to (by the boyfriend)

He said he doesn't feel secure knowing that I can't swim. I answered him I don't need to know how because he can rescue me, like hero rescuing their beautiful lovers. Then he asked, "If I'm not there, how?"

And he say, "Now you cannot ask me if my mum and you fell down into the sea, who will I save first. Because you know how to swim, and my mum doesn't". <- So cunning!

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(And so, I had my informal swimming lesson every week from that day onwards)


I guess I'm the oldest student learning how to swim at that time.

Me, 21 years old, kicking for laps with the board. Lucky not using those inflated "tyre" like floats around my waist!

I was a fast learner, just a few lessons and I can float and swim freestyle breaststroke and backstroke is easy.

But my "teacher" is so mafan (troublesome), I even had to learn butterfly.


In Brunei's (public) pool, you won't see any sexy girls wearing bikinis. The sexiest I ever seen in Brunei is still the one-piece swim suit.

But... you can see a lot of girls wearing (red or black) bras with white t-shirts and hot pants.

And guys wearing double pants - underwear inside, short pants outside. Can clearly see the ugly shape of their panties. <- How to swim dragging the heavy water soak in the baju/ pants I don't understand.

Speedo type of swimming trunks got lah, not very often though.

And pakai kaca-mata (wearing spectacles), I saw one yesterday!

Don't ask me what kind of "fashion" is that, all I can say is.. it's uniquely "BRUNEI STYLE". At least for now I have never come across any ladies wearing tudong while swimming lah.

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The bad thing about the national stadium is that.... there's so many seductive food stalls with a varieties of choice there!

I mean, you jogged, you run, you swim... Then, one Roti John and there goes all your effort.

Really a lot I tell you

7 in front of the pool entrance.
Have not included the rest located elsewhere

Very hard (for me) to resist eh!

You all should know how hungry we all always felt after swimming. Those evil stalls summoning our hungry soul to step forward so they can add thousands of calories into our bodies.

Hehe. I ordered Burger special (Ayam + Telur)

And fat guy bought coconut juice and roti john from the other stall. We had a little picnic on his car to finish the food.


Quite nice the feeling, cool breeze blowing, one hand holding the burger, the other hand with roti john, and mouth sucking coconut juice.

And there goes the laps I swam.

I am a bit lazy recently that I'd done a few scrapbooks using my hand clicking on keyboard and mouse, rather hand using them on scissors and pens.

If you're my "Friend" in Friendster, bet you'd seen more of my Digital scrapbooks.

Pop Mee -> Chocolate Cookies?

Not sure if any of you know about this, there's this particular show that I'll try not to miss in Astro TVB8 (Channel 33) every Saturday 8.00pm, repeat on Sunday 9.30am and 3.30pm called "Good Idea", 生活智慧王.

Synopsis:
Cao Lan and Huang Yue host this show that dispenses useful tips and up-to-date information on quality of life-improving products.

Watching this show sometimes make me feel smarter and the tips inside are really innovative. Have you ever thought that you can use a soft drink can, modify it into a Pot pouri holder? How to turn the vege that had turn yellow and lifeless back into greenish and crispy? And do you know how you can speed up the time use for frying with minimal amount of oil?

Okay, back to the topic. In today's show, they taught how to make cookies out of instant noodles.

YES! INSTANT NOODLES! POP MEE!

Try not to blink starring at the TV, I memorized all the steps and immediately switch off the TV, dashed to the kitchen feeling so enthusiastic.

I need eggs, sugar, cocoa powder (in this case, I use MILO powder. Same kan?) and pop mee.

(The kind of instant noodles that you just need to add in hot water and ready to eat in 3mins, not the Maggi type that you need to cook for 5mins. Reason for this is because, Pop mee is crunchier and you can pop it into your mouth straight away even without cooking, like eating Mamee.)

Sai, no POP MEE in the kitchen!

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I hope.... Maggi mee can do the trick too. God bless me.

The ingredients

No! You don't need thisDon't worry if it'll be wasted,
you can always cook it with Lee Fah Mien isn't it?

First of all, add sugar into the egg white and beat until it's foamy like whip cream.

(Sorry, the show didn't give the exact amount of eggs and sugar. I agak-agak use two eggs and 3 tea spoons of sugar)

Gila man, i don't have mixer at home (because my mum don't bake), I beat it using the beater for like... I don't know how long. Sampai I can feel that I got really muscular biceps.

But sadly, my "beating-kungfu" is quite poor. I thought I can do the DQ Blizzard style of holding them upside down, apparently... I can't do that. The egg whites didn't rise so well.

Next. Crush the noodles.

Add the egg white and the crushed-noodle into a pot, with 70degree celcius, stir them well.

Looks like vomit! Gross~

This is the point I have a bad feeling that the cookies are not going to work! It looks so WRONG! So different from TV!

Nehmind, continue saja. Fail then fail lah. At least I try.

Then you add in the cocoa powder. (I don't know how much also, I just added in 2 big table spoons)


Scoop them out and placed them on the tray, bake it for 20mins using 120degree.

(Yes Luuee, I know it looks like "you", Lausai!)

Lausai - ciri biri, diarrhea, watery faeces.

After 20 mins, I checked... Err... Still soft soft like that. So I baked it for extra 10mins.

Then again.. I poked it... still soft. I think the maggi mee got cooked and turn soggy when I masak it in the pot with the egg white.

Looks like worms squirming on shit/ mud right?

Forgive me. I do say disgusting things like that all the time.

Example... when people eat curry.. I'll say it's looks like lausai. Wasabi + Soya sauce = Baby's shit when they got frighten and pooped green color poo-poo.

And that's why my friends always marah me and warned me not to say anything when they're eating.

Kay, back to the so-called "cookies".

Fail man! Fail badly!

The texture is soft that I feel like I'm munching some masuk-angin chocolate bar. It taste ok, but... it just feel wrong when you bite it.


I've sum up a few reasons why my cookies failed.

1. I used the wrong type of instant noodle. Probably Daddy's mee will be a better choice.

2. The egg white not beaten well, maybe have to beat unti like DQ blizzard like that.

3. Too little egg. Should have use 3 biji(s).

4. The TV tipu me!

Anyway, I think I'll give it another try... when I feel like it that is. It's quite rare that I'll automatically go cook something without being force.

I need the "feel", cannot force me one.

You guys can try it at home and if yours work out well, you can show off to me that you can bake better than me, point your finger on my head and laugh at me tell me how you did it so I can improve next time.

Quote of the day:

A teacher teaches and not BAKE!

(So, I'm giving myself an excuse to fail... cannot ah? I want to make myself feel better mah)

The evolution of my passwords

The first 'thing' ever I did with internet connection was registering a "Hotmail" account, and that happened in year..... January 2000 (I guess?)

Back then, I didn't had a PC. But most of my (wealthier) classmates had. They talked about "email", "IRC" and "ICQ". And I always wonder how the hell they communicated with each other while facing the icy cold monitor!

The only time I remembered I "touched" a computer is when we all went to Swee Leong place, the rest played Monopoly and I played "Pokemon" (I forgot which colour version already. HEY, IT'S ADDICTIVE!) in his PC. That's the first time I stayed in front of a PC for more than 2 hours.

And my first password to my hotmail account, HA-HA, the combination of the stupid idiot who dumped me for no reason my first boyfriend's name and mine.

Lame I know. But, I think everyone does that.

I mean, I bet most of your password consists of numbers or alphabets that means something to you and your lover (or maybe your pet, at least).

And every time I punched my password from the keyboard, I secretly smiled and thought it was so sweet (of me) and hopelessly romantic.

Aiyooooo.... I was only 17 bah!

(Slaps hand on forehead)

Till the day we "officially" say bye, I changed my password because it hurt every time I typed his name and the stupid password seems mocking at my stupidity.

Change to what? I also can't remember. Perhaps my IC number or phone number kua?

Then..... there comes my second boyfriend. Again, retardation lied beneath my cells strike and we "sweetly" changed both "our" passwords into a similar one with our birth date combination.

Oh-so-sweet-lah, he would help me to check my mail and I'll logged into his MSN (to spy?).

(At this current moment, I rolled my eyes, looked away, sighed, and dissed my old self! Wah lao eh, King Siaw Chin....something wrong with you is it?)

The password-changing cycle repeats for several times until the day Bobby and I get together.

Currently, I only have ONE 'general' password accessing to all my ojipala-rojak accounts like blogger, friendster, gmail, sitemeter, yadda yadda yadda.

Except for hotmail account, that's the only account having a different password, due to some personal reason which I'm not willing to share.

I don't know for (most of) you, but... Do you agree that password sharing between couples is an act of trust?

For most of the people I know, they share passwords with their lovers and I'm one of them. It's like a sign of.... "confirmation" and "commitment", I thought.

I have nothing to hide, I'm not doing anything fishy behind his back and I trust him (that he will not do anything stupid with my account)

And he should do the same to me too. To prove that he's innocent and show me that he got nothing to hide too. (I think I heard someone saying "Demanding eh this girl." Hahhahahhahaa)

But once break up, *ta da* everything changes, I mean all the passwords lah.

The possible reasons of those who continue in using the old password that belongs to "both of them" may be:

- he/she still loves him/her and this shows loyalty. (Personal advice, Move on lah dear)
- he/she is a complete idiot! (Haven't you heard of the word "sabotage"?!)

Heard this somewhere,

一對情侶若分手后还能當朋友，那么只有2个可能：

当初只是玩玩而已，没付出彼此最真的感情。

或者：其中之一還在默默的付出无怨无悔。

Meaning,

There's only 2 possibilities when a couple could remain as friends after breaking up:
- they're only playing around during the relationship, not taking it seriously
or, one of them still secretly sacrifice for the other party.

(I can't seem to find a proper word for 付出here)

Anyway, I do have friends who changed their passwords frequently into something like, "Idunno" "newpassword", "dontellyou", "adaler". Erm... creative/stupiak/lame?

A: Hey, what's your password?
B: Adaler.
A: Cheh, got "gold" meh. Don't tell don't tell lah!
B: What the fish. I already told you "adaler".
A: Whatever.
B: My password is A-D-A-L-E-R! You moron!

It's funny. The evolution of my password(s) kind of reflect my history telling what kind of person I was/am. And I certainly wish that I don't have to change it anymore.

And, what's yours?

I don't know what I want to blog about

I don't feel like blogging about my flu because it's nothing big and getting comments like "Get well soon" when I'm already healed is just so weird.


I don't feel like blogging about what I bought and what I saw in Shabby Chic because it seems so advertorial.



I don't feel like blogging about LOVE because I just talked about it in my previous entry.


I don't feel like blogging about my school life because I don't want to remember how mad I was when the kids don't listen to me.


I don't feel like blogging about MY love life (that much) because I fear that if I talk too much about it, what if one day break up (TOUCH WOOD!!!) or blah blah blah... All these entries will be left a scar mocking at my lonesome nights.

(*Pray Pray and Spit saliva now*)

I don't feel like blogging about what I did, what I buy, where I go because it's not very interesting.

I don't feel like blogging about jokes or story I heard because it's not original. Just, not my (blogging) style.

I don't feel like not blogging because I do miss blogging but I don't know what to blog so I'm blogging about me myself not knowing what to blog!

(~.~) ?

What the fish?

If love is measurable

Man: I love you.
Woman : How much?
Man: Huh?
Woman: Tell me how much money you're willing to give me.
Man: .... (Couldn't answer)

Normally men give a lot different (illogical) answers each time a woman asked depending on the time and location,

Man: *Stretch his hands* From my left hand, go round the earth till it reaches my right hand.

So, does that mean the man loves the woman 40,076,594kilometers (the diameter of planet Earth)?

Man: I love you forever.

And, how long is forever? Until the next gorgeous and slutty b*tch appears? Or until the day the woman no longer looks attractive to man?

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Man: I love you so much that I'm willing to die for you.

Seriously, I HATE THIS ANSWER! I had warned all my boyfriends never ever answer like that because I'm so not touched by it, in fact... It make me sibeh dulan and worried what if the relationship didn't work out. (Applies to suicidal only. )

Bloody hell selfish man, is there nothing worth living in life?

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We can measure almost everything in this world, weight, size, time, temperature and even computer storage.

Millimeters, centimeters, meters, kilometers....
Milliseconds, seconds, minute, hours, day, week, months, year, decade, century...
Kilobyte (KB), Megabyte (MB), Gigabyte (GB), Terabyte (TB), Petabyte (PB)

And the list goes on and on.

But why not love?
Ever thought why is there no measurement units for Love?

If Love can be measured and calculated, how would it be?

Millilove, Centiliove, Kilolove, Megalove, Gigalove?

But would it be good if love can be measure?
Probably not.


Imagine the number of times a couple would quarrel over the "quantity" they love. It will be so un-romantic to have conversation like,

"Eh, I realized you love me less leh. You better do something about it or our love bank will go bankrupt and eventually break up."

or,

"Our love account not balance this month, where did you spend your love on?"

or,

"Last time when we paktoh, you loved me 649Gigalove one. After married, you kana virus and now only left 236 Megalove.... Boo hooohoooo. You don't love me anymore..."

Wah lao eh, really will gila if have to keep track of "love account".

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But "love measurement" can be good too if the relationship is not longer worth to keep.

It's easier to tell when love is fading.

It alerts the couple that their love is endanger.

So, it's either you do something and patch things up, or say goodbye. Black or white. Leaving no (stupid) excuses to forgive.

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I told fat guy that I'd drawn a lady holding a signboard with the word "FREE" on it and asked if he had to choose between free love and free sex, which one he want?


The answer is for me to know only. Hehhehee.

This post is really random. No hidden meaning or anything. I'm just typing whatever that comes to my mind so maybe it sounds a little...... irrelevant.

p/s: The second and last picture in this entry are (hand) drawn by yours truly and the other two with the use of Microsoft Word. Please don't "hiam", I'm not an artist.

Well, all original leh~

Ter-tagged

Kana tagged by Iwan.

Bloody long... 70 questions! Read if you got nothing to do.

And I wonder who the heck would care so much about me and finish reading what I answered.

(Don't try to tipu me telling you read it all, later I give you all quiz again then you know. Hey I'm a teacher remember? I love marking!)

Okie, here we go.

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1) Are your parents married or divorced?
Married. (Wished they're divorced though...)

2) Are you a vegetarian?
Sometimes.

3) Do you believe in Heaven?
Yeap. But not quite sure if I'll end up there.

4) Have you ever come close to dying?
Nearly got drown in a pool.

5) What jewellery do you wear 24/7?
The necklace Ah Pui gave for my birthday.



6) Favourite time of day?
Night. Quiet and peaceful.

7) Do you eat the stems of broccoli?
If I'm forced to.

8) Do you wear makeup?
Seldom.

9) Ever have plastic surgery?
No.

10) Do you colour your hair?
Used to, only highlight.

11) What do you wear to bed?
My rotten 10+ years old loose shirt + short pants.

12) Have you ever done anything illegal?
Talk on the phone while driving, Speeding, accelerate when the traffic light turns red.
Nothing serious actually. I'm damn angelic leh?

13) Can you roll your tongue?
Sadly, NO! (Ya ya ya, laugh la...)

14) Do you tweeze your eyebrows?
No, I'll let the professional do it.

15) What kind of sneakers?
Yang biasa.

16) Do you believe in Abortions?
Only if the mum's health condition doesn't allow.

17) What is your Hair color?
Black.

18) Future child’s name?
Since Bobby's surname is Lim, can I name them "Lim Peh" and "Lim Bu"?
(Meaning "your father" and "your mother")
Neh... Just kidding lah.

19) Do you snore?
Eh, ah... yaaaaaaaaa. I snore and a number of people ever heard it.

20) If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?
Area 51?

21) Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
No, they always end up on the floor the next morning.

22) If you won the lottery, what would you do first?
Pinch myself and double check the ticket.

23) Gold or silver?
Silver.

24) Hamburger or hot dog?
Hamburger.

25) If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Sushi!



26) City, beach or country?
Beach.

27) What was the last thing you touched?
Astro controller.

28) Where did you eat last?
A restaurant in Seria with Theen, Kelly and SL.

29) When’s the last time you cried?
When I watched "Night at Museum".
(Hey, there's a part which is touching what.... Okay, I cried for most movie I watched lah.)

30) Do you read blogs?
Yea, to kaypo and pass time.

31) Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?
Don't mind trying.

32) Ever been involved with the police?
No. I'm a good citizen P.R. of Brunei.

33) What’s your favourite shampoo conditioner and soap?
Dove.

34) Do you talk in your sleep?
Yap. Mum said I ever scolded someone very loudly.
Wen said I spoke alien language.

35) Ocean or pool?
I swim only in a pool.

38) Window seat or aisle?
Window.

39) Ever met anyone famous?
Darn, just one picture taken with him caused me hell lots of trouble.
Du lan!

40) Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?
Maybe not yet, but I will.

41) Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?
Twirl.

42) Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey?
Oprah Winfrey.

43) Basketball or Football?
Basketball!

44) How long do your showers last?
Min 5mins, max 15 mins.
(Hehhee, I'm damn fast in getting myself ready and I think that's what all my previous and current boyfriend likes about me, not mafan!)

45) Automatic or do you drive a stick?
*Sombong* Stick!

46) Cake or ice cream?
Ice Cream~

47) Are you self-conscious?
Of course lah.

48) Have you ever drank so much you threw up?
Never. Only drunk and sleep.

49) Have you ever given money to a beggar?
I feel bad if I don't.

50) Have you been in love?
Yeap. Ngam ngam one hand.

51) Where do you wish you were?
Beside my fat guy.

The first picture we took together

He was thiner and OMG, I'm so swollen.
You all can forget how I looked now. I beg you.

52) Are you wearing socks?
No.

53) Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
Errr..... Only when I'm about to give birth in the future I hope.

54) Can you tango?
Eh, no.

55) Last gift you received?
The cute thing Nisah gave.

(I don't know what you call it.)

56) Last sport you played?
Running on the tread mill.

57) Things you spend a lot of money on?
My car... Sigh...

58) Where do you live?
Seria.

59) Where were you born?
Brunei, KB Hospital.

60) Last wedding attended?
Keith and Yun's.

63) Most hated food(s)?
Nato! OMG, the smell and the taste....Ewwwww...
(Kana tipu by Japanese comic thinking it really taste good)

64) What’s your least fav.?
狗眼看人低。 (People who look down on others)

65) Can u sing?
Ya. But it depends whether you think it's nice or not.

66) Last person you instant messaged?
Luuee Lau sai Head.

67) Last place you went on holiday?
Thailand

68) Favourite regular drink?
Plain water.

69) Tag 3 friends:
Luuee, Rebbe and Lu Nee.
(More traffic for you Lu Nee, happy?)

70) Current Song?
你是我的寶貝 - 曹格
(Ni shi wo de bao bei - Gary Chao)