Thursday, March 22, 2007
Q: Will you retrieve a flower on a dangerous cliff if I request, even if you know that you may fall to death?
A: OF course not because I need my hands to help you with your researching and typing. I need my legs to help to retrieve the stuffs when you forget to bring them. I need my eyes to help you to see whenever you lost your directions in life I need my ears to listen to your complaints whenever you need someone to listen. Unless there is someone who love you more than I did, I will defintely retrieve the flower you want. If you still need me, I will be waiting outside the door, buying you your favourite ice tea."
--xiaoxin--
Friday, March 02, 2007
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
In life, sometimes we are actually better off on our own. By re-appearing in someone else' life even with good intentions may in fact do him more harm than good. There is this small chance that an act of kindness because of wrong place,wrong time resulting in a big big misunderstanding between both parties. A misunderstanding enough to make him lose himself for days. He no longer enjoy what he used to. He loses his temper much more easily. He cant seem to concentrate on anything. At last, He feels that losing himself sucks and it is hurting everyone around him. Therefore, he swear that he will never allow himself to be stuck in such situation ever again.
--xiaoxin--
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Dear diary,
14 Feb: valentine's day is for guys to do stupid things for girls.
Oh my god, I can't agree more to that statement. Well done la Ops spec and Mr jw. Me being one of the few fortunate NSFs who are free from the evil clutches of No.4 on that faithful day;I observed that on this day, the male counterparts tend to pay insane amount of cash to get their hands on outrageously overpriced "pretty" flowers, teddy bears(for god sake, they aren't even alive!) and some are so much more disgustingly creative that they got their dates huge attention seeking balloons that did an outstanding job in taking up precious space in a packed MRT train.
In history lessons, i remember my teacher saying bout the main difference between man and ape is that man can think and react accordingly but from what I observed, I began to suspect that mankind nowadays are so highly evolved that they began to use more of the head between their legs to think instead of the bigger one rooted above their neck.
I have a feeling that if I continue to crap along this line, confirm will have hell lot of guys come calling for my head(s) to be chopped off. What I'm trying to say here is it really necessary to go to that extent to impress your loved one on 14 feb? Yes I totally agree that the happiness radiating from her when she received your extravagant gifts is indeed priceless but I'm sure there are many other interesting ways to express your love for her instead of the old-fashioned flowers and bears right? You just have to use abit more the toy above your neck =P
Interesting ways huh? You must be wondering what allmighty ideas i have up my sleeve but I assure you that you will be deeply disappointed because myself is also a noob cake in this field so maybe I will just share what I did. For me, I spent the first half of 14 feb pawning noobs on Bnet OWNAGE!! After which, I went out to have dinner cum supper with a buddy. We re-visited our favourite hangout of the good old days, sat at our usual couch seats and reminisce about the old days. No flowers, no teddies and no balloons included.
Bus ride to Changi Airport : S$1.65 X2
Dinner at Mac : S$~12
Hearing you say the magic phrase: PRICELESS
--xiaoxin--
Friday, February 09, 2007
heard this from one of my ops spec in the office a few nights ago..
"valentine's day is for guys to do stupid things for girls.."
maybe i should add..
".. for girls who don't know how to appreciate guys"
where would u be on 14th feb?
---pooh---
Thursday, January 25, 2007
It's the hardest thing
I'll ever have to do
To look you in the eye
And tell you i don't love you
It's the hardest thing
I'll ever have to lie
To show no emotion
When you start to cry
I can't let you see
What you mean to me
When my hands are tied
And my hearts not free
--xin xin--
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell.
I got gym class in half an hour
and oh how she rocks
in Keds and tube socks.
But she doesn't know who I am.
And she doesn't give a damn about me
Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh.
Her boyfriend's a dick
He brings a gun to school
He'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth.
He lives on my block
and he drives an IROK
And he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh.
Ooh yeah...dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely lo and behold
She's walkin' over to me this must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
Why does she give a damn about me?
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby.
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby...like you. ooh.
ooh yeah...dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'
Teenage Dirtbag -- Wheatus
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Due to extravagant spending in the financial year 2007, the Lordship of Louser is now on the very brink of bankruptcy. Once peaking slightly over the millennium mark, the gold balance in the bank has dwindled, through relentless attrition battles with the evil construct of mankind, known as "the holidays".
This unholy contrivances, ironically named "the holidays", is indeed, one of the greatest scourge to the existence of humanity. It steals your motivation for work, undermines your morale as it draws to an end and mercilessly puts out your fitness like a pouring rain of chocolate and junk food, with the very frequent downpour of fried chicken to the fray. Like a cheap and lousy drug, its abrupt end will purge you into a hangover of depression, and no doubt, all you can do is to look forward to another large dose of it.
Lord Louser has now decided that financial prudence is the way to go in 2007, and henceforth, His Greatness has drawn up a financial plan for 2007, lasting a total of 43 weeks, stretching from this very day to the day of ultimate deliverance, dully named "O.R.D.". Such is his determination that he is going to draw out weekly financial audit every Sunday.
Begone! Days of financial mismanagement and recklessness! And behold the new and bright and happy and cheerful and promising future!
