A story

Once upon a time, there was this farmer who lives with his wife. Life was bad because the havest was not very good. Due to the haze, his wife fell sick as they have to spend long hours working outdoors. The old farmer was at his wit's end. In the end, he decided to sell his bull away so that he can bring his wife to the doctor. However his wife say " you sell away the bull then wat do we use to plough the farm in future?" the old farmer replied" i rather have you by my side than a bull." The wife was touched so she agreed. The farmer pulled the old bull the next day to the village to sell. Half way through the journey, he met a man and the man asked the farmer what he was doing with a bull. He then found out that the old farmer was taking it to sell. He put his hand into his pocket and took out some beans and said "these are magic beans. You go back plant. Then the crops will bear gold" The farmer thinks for a while and....
he took the beans and hand over the bull to the guy. The farmer was very happy walking back, looking at the beans. Due to his old age, the farmer did not hear the horse carriage that was coming towards him. Luckily the driver of the carriage missed him but the poor old man was knocked onto the ground and his beans squashed. The old man cried sadly as his only hope was gone. He dare not go back to see his wife and thought of commit suicide. Just then a young lady came out of the carriage and noticed the old farmer. She asked the old man if he was ok. The old man cried and told the woman what happened. Feeling sorry for the old farmer, she decided to help him. From then on the farm was handled by workers and the couple supervised the operation. Years gone by and profit grew. The old couple had the finest years of their life after that incident ~the end~

(Some people might ask, "where got so lucky one?" So heres a bad ending for them)

...The old man thought for a while and looked at the guy and barked, "you stupid young chap from the city, you want to bluff a freaking old man like mi? I may be old but I am not stupid!" He pulled his bull and head towards the city. It was a long trip and finally he sold the bull. With some money on hand, he walk down the city in the direction of his farm. When he was just outside the city, he saw a familiar face, this time with some friends. It was the same guy from before, who offered the old man the magic beans. Before the old man could say anuthing, he was beaten up and robbed. After which he was left to die. His wife on the other hand was sitting on the broken wooden bed, coughing as she waited for the old farmer to return. However he did not. Night falls and she got up to prepare dinner. She thought that the old farmer must be having a hard time selling the bull as it was an old bull after all. She used the remaining food and tried her best to make the best meal she can for her husband. The meal was done and she waited at the table for him. Hours passed but he did not return. The wife was worried for him. She waited and waited on a empty stomach. She thought," maybe I'll rest my eyes a while and when I wake up, my hubby will be here. This way I don have to suffer the pain of waiting." So she put her hands on the table and rest her head. However, she never did wake up. ~the end~

(Its hard to leave with a sad note, so...)

...The old woman opened her eyes. She stretched her arms and looked at the food. The old farmer was still not back. She stood up and walked to the door of the shaddy little hut. She looked over the hills where the small winding road lead. Tears began to drop from her eyes. Cold wind blew, almost freezing the tears on her cheeks. Suddenly, over the hill top she saw some one familiar, it looks like the old farmer. Yes it is! The old farmer caught sight of her standing at the doorstep of the house and he ran as fast as his legs could take him. Finally the old woman threw herself into the embrace of the old man. "why u took so long?" the woman asked with tears flowing down her cheeks. The old farmer told her "I was robbed then they left me on the barren land outside the city. I tried to crawl back but until my last breadth, I could not. I closed my eyes and when I woke up, I realised that I could walk again" The old woman thought that the same thing happened to her too. After waking up from the rest, she don't really feel the hunger anymore. Just then they realised their feet was not touching the ground, they saw a bright light shinning at them from the sky. An angel was standing at the door that was hanging high up the sky. Smiling, the angel opened the door and waved to them. The old couple knew at once that they both had already passed away. The old woman turned back and saw herself still sleeping on the table. The old farmer turned and whispered into his wife's ears," I will never leave your side again." With that, they held each other hands and walk through the door of heaven. ~the end~

Super Sunday

Sunday, a day which most of the people spend their morning in bed due to the late night sleep on Sat. For me, its the late night gaming. Nevertheless, this sunday is a bit special. This is because there will be a soccer match in the evening. Man U vs Liverpool. As usual I went to teach tuition and strange enough, there are fans of both clubs in my tuition class... which only consists of 3 kids. To be exact, one fan each. The female student don watch soccer. they pestered me to take sides. So in the end, I took Man U. The stake was a mac meal. Who ever loses will have to buy lunch for the winner the following week.


When I reached home, I realized that no one was at home.... and I forgot to buy lunch back. Damn. Opening the cupboard I saw maggi mee, and nothing else which I know how to cook. I was about to reach out to take the packet of mee when I suddenly realized I have been having that same shit for lunch on sat. Determined to have a nice meal, I walked all the way to cold storage and bought a beef steak. Cooking the mee on one stove and pan frying the steak on the other, I made my lunch- beef steak with curry maggi noodles.

After a short nap, I dragged my tired body to the bus stop. Still feelling a bit drowzy, I cross the road. There it was, this red honda, started to speed up after turning at the bend which is like 80m away. I mean I know I was wrong to jaywalk but everyone else does it anyway. The stupid traffic light is at the bend which I have to walk back 80m down to reach the busstop on the opp. side of the road. Any sane people will jaywalk man. "Whats the use of speeding up?" I wondered. "Want to bang people? Or trying to show of your piece of red metal can move very fast." Either way, I became fully awake as that driver zoomed passed me inches away from my body.

The venue was hog's breath @ chimes. When I saw my friends, first question that popped out of my mouth was," why you all don want to go down and join Jamie Yeo at thee big screen?" That was when I found out that big screen and hot babes come with a blistering price tag. 40 bucks per table. So I ordered this Boss Hog Double Burger which looked the most decent out of all the burgers. After throwing everything thats on the plate inside my stomach, final verdict - 7 out of 10. The beef patty CMI la. once the knife touch only, everything like dominos fell apart already. Like eating beef floss like that. Taste wise still can accept. BUT it got such a good verdict because of the look.

We managed to clear all our food before the match starts. Plates away and hands on the drinks, we heard the black man blew the whistle. The match was rather exciting but it was a one sided match. Liperpool got beaten fair and square.... and I won the bet! hoho. Next week me and my student get free lunch. Anyway, during half time I got up of my seat and took a picture of those sitting downstairs. That was when I saw those horny ang moh trying to get flesh with jamie yeo. Take picture with her, then hug here touch there. Lucky Jamie Yeo smart. She brought her man along. But I can see glenn's face black black. haha liverpool supporter. today not his day la. But come to think of it, life in singapore is really nothing but creating something out of nothing, all in the name of Uniquely Singapore. If not for my friends, life would still be better if I sink my butt on my personal couch and watch soccer on the tv.

Its that time again....

Bloody indo farmers are not giving up man... after the news that the haze is dying down. Now the haze even more power! WTF!!! Ask North Korea to shoot 1 missile over can or not? Go orchard see everyone walking in the haze, really like resident evil. Making whatever shit tourism advertisment go down the drain. Things in Singapore really very efficient. Once haze TV top left corner immediately pop out one small PSI value. TV idol show make money then suddenly so many idols also come out. Charity show call can earn money then one year so many shows, all say call call call. How much money come out from our pocket, but what the money is used for no one knows. Maybe go buy thicker toilet paper for the Chairman of the organization to use.

Its that time of the year again, when the number of the month become double digit. Taking turns, different people will go into depression and then enter euphoria. First up is our young little pri 6 kids taking PSLE. They are already playing their asses off now. Following will be Sec 4 and then JC and followed the rest.... and last but not least, NTU computer engineering students... finishing at early DEC. WTF!!! Actually there are good and bad. Good is because people like us we don give a damn about school for the previous 10 weeks. Exams end late means we have more time to study. Bad is when we are studying, the library is empty.

To gain some good karma for my exams, I went to donate blood. Together with some my friends we registered online so as to skip the waiting time. But when we go there, we still have wait hours for our blood to get drained... "Next! Right hand." said the nurse. I realized its my turn to go for the donation. I looked back at those people in the queue, most of them got the 'damn sian la why have to wait so long' look their faces. Ofcause I also have to pretend a bit and give the
'hiaz, its my turn at least. Let get this over and done with.' look, while my heart beating like crap la. My stupid pulse was 80+ when I stole a glance at my friends' paper theirs were like 60 odd. I laid down and placed my right hand on the support. The nurse set up the stuffs, then gave mi a injection then poked me with the big ass needle which was connected with the 'pipe'. Then she hand me this stressball and ask mi to squeeze. I gave a slight nod and began squeezing. Don really feel pain at all. But the fact is i am loosing blood... and truly speaking, if I know I need to donate so much blood, I would have reconsidered my decision on donating.

After the ordeal, they gave mi this 'no chicken award' because I successfully donated my blood for the first time. I din feel anything wrong with my body, so I went on doing my normal stuffs. However, the next day, I woke up to a terrible sore throat. I remembered that the nurse told me to drink more fluids. I thought she was bullshitting. It was then I know I am such a cock. So I popped a sorethroat pill down and drunk more water the whole day. During the evening, I found out that the sore throat is not the only side effects of the donation. During squash training, I played best of 3 with my friend. First set was ok. Second set I suddenly felt no energy. Could not keep up with the pace. sigh... result? tio trashed. Nevertheless, I din regret doing that good deed. Life is not about getting everything you can dream of, but also sharing them with people.

With that thought in mind, I decided to try my hands on making the cocktail 'irish cream'. Putting whisky, cream, milk, chocolate syrup, coffee powder, vanilla and almond extract into the blender and out came the cocktail. It tasted not that bad, but looks wise, lose to baileys. I decided to share with with my friends around me. Some say nice, some say not bad, some say a bit strange( i know they trying to give mi face). All these years, I strongly believed that life is not about getting, for giving makes life more enjoyable. Cos ultimately, when you give and inturn see the smile on the person's face, you'll get a feeling that is hard to describe...

life where got an enjoyment when the haze is so bad?

Nope this is not genting, nor is it raining, its DA HAZE!

To all the freaking indo who are still burning trees now: KNNBCCB!!!

a series of fortunate and unfortunate events..

Freaking hell la... wats with the bloody haze... curse those irresponsible assholes in Indo burning the tress. I wonder the land in indo is free de ah? Just burn a piece of land then can say its yours because u burned it? If not why those assholes keep burning land? either what i said is correct or they plant trees in their field then when tress big already they burn them all down, then plant again. which is kinda stupid.

Cursing and swearing about the haze, I came back to my room. I can't help but looked down. Where the fark all my shoes and slippers go? My roommate's ones also gone. Then I saw them, arranged nicely on the shoe rack beside my door. Either the cleaner aunty or its my roommate is responsible for it. But its really not my roommate's style to do that. 3 years staying with him... No it can't be. So that leaves us with the cleaner aunty liao lor. My impression of her is one quiet thin malay aunty always slowly cleaning the corridor. Never really see her talk to any other cleaner. Sometimes when I managed to wake up in the morning for my classes, I would see her along the corridor and I will greet her with a small nod of the head. Well, incase I forget, thanks aunty for arranging the shoes on the rack.

The door swung open, followed by a loud thud which broke the lazy silence of my room as I storm in together with... the self invited guest- da stupid cat. Throwing everything that was handing on my body, I yanked open the fridge and took out my trusty bottle of cold water. As the cold water flows down my throat, I cannot help but look down again. This time, the bloody cat is also looking for something. Or maybe its just for the cooling sensation. Who cares, out came my foot and a mini front thrust to the cat's face, followed by the shutting of the fridge door. The cat looked up at me, with those "please give mi some food" eyes, she let off a meow. My little heart become soft. wahaha... or can say I took pity of the poor cat. I gave her 1/4 of a mooncake to eat. Thats the only food I think is nice in my room.

With the cold water inside my stomach and the 3/4 mooncake, ofcause it will be followed up by the usual laying back movement. As soon as my head touched my pillow, I began to wonder, 'Is my ass becoming hot? Do i really feel the heat of the exams?' Sometimes, its not that I don feel hot. Its just that I purposely pour cold water on my ass to drive away the heat. The more heat I feel, the more cold water I pour. As a result, a smoothing sensation and times pass by like a gust of wind.

Well life in university is not really a enjoyment. There are times you feel like ur soul and ur body are about to pull themselves apart. Some of my pri school friends they are already working now, some married, and suddenly one of them say to me on msn," still studying ah..." Can't help but feel farked up... but they used to say train longer come out is strongest. Like is warcraft, quiet quiet there farming while the rest is trying to kill each other with small sword will own the game when the hero gets big badass item. Well i supposed the big bad ass item is the piece of paper I will collect from SAO after i finish my 4th year of study. Or is it the feeling of the uphill climb, from the blur year1, to the 'act as if i know everything' year2, to the 'no actually I don know anything' year3, to the 'finally i know something' year4. I guess when you forked out money, time, and effort in exchange of something. Its gonna be worth. For the chinese saying goes, 1 cent of money 1 cent of goods.

All my money, time, and effort thrown in, I imagine myself sitting on a crouch, with music flowing out from BOSE speakers. Resting my eyes on the widescreen Samsung tv, with a lovely wife sitting beside me. I guess at the time, I can really say, Life's an enjoyment.

its sunday again... but its 5.22 in the bloody morning...

With my butt on the cold hard floor of my course mate's hostel room, and looking at the 3 of them furiously typing away on their laptops. I too have to show that i am doing work too.... but the thing is... i have done my part. So I also furiously typing on my laptop, except that I am typing this instead of my business plan. Waiting for them to finish theirs and then we can join everything up and call it a day... or rather call it a morning.

Yes its non other than the bloody business plan that I haven been doing the whole of the bloody recess week. And our plan is ~ to start off an online supermarket. Actually there is already one big one currently on the web if you think no one has done it before. check this out man.

On a brighter side of life, a few hours ago, clan EnS, my warcraft bnet clan finally had a successful outing! 8 of us turned up at cineleisure... woah! Actually i remember them by their online nick rather then their names. lol. They are m6silver, jy, kellwx, mouse, chenyan, snaffie, flyboi, and Feria(which is me). Had a great dinner and 2 hrs of 4v4 at cine lev9 lan shop and then chatting at outdoor cafe at hereens. however i have to leave early to come back and do my bloody business plan.

When I reached boonlay from town, i looked at my watch. It was 12 10am. I walked slowly to the 179 berth. Guess wat? there are people waiting there! The gigantic signboard above them says mon - sat last bus - 00 00 Which part of 00 00 they don bloody understand man? There is no more bus coming! But... the thing is I also join the queue....

Everyone stood there watching the buses leave 1 by 1. Finally it was 12 30am. It was then the people including me resign to the fact that there will be no more buses coming. After the inevitable 7 bucks. I reach hall2 and here am I.... wasting my life away on this shit business plan. This 30 pages pile of crap shit is dedicated to my beloved cpe184 lecturer. May you have a great time reading it.

O ya... happy children day to all the little kids out there. including my 3 tuition kid...