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AnnPeng Atiqah Amalina Benny Budiman ChiaHsuan ClementChow Clive Desiree Dexter Erwin GuoQin HuiLi Jonathan Justin Kelvin Kenneth KianJiat Mandy Nickson Scouter Sharlene SiewMing WeiKang WeiSong YaoHong
Ailin Andy Anna Charlotte ChoonTat Cuitian Cynthia Jasper Jean Jeshua Jesslyn Jiahui Josephine Koofang Liyana Marilyn Siumin Syahirah TingFong WeiLin ZhengYu
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Tmr's Ailin birthday.
Thanks to her, we can get a shorter slot.
Happy 17th girl, you are old omg.
Tmr first time doing without Ailin,
scared siol?
& Today after work went to HQ.
waited like an hour for them to reach.
Bought whatever I need, but still NO SOCKS.
Yeah, got to know the sec1s :D
& Flew to reunion.
Bye & OMFG? Why all the Sec1s like to take my pic -.-
All snap here & there secretly. WALAN!
I just felt like blogging.
8:59 PM
8:59 PM
Monday, February 8, 2010
Taken from Jon's blog. Interesting kay. Below got another post btw :D
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, "I've got something to tell you." She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. "I want a divorce." I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I avoided her question.
This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted, "You are not a man!" That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had occupied my mind for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very quickly as I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I simply ignored her and turned over and fell asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions - she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she asked for something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request.
When I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions, she laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce," she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any bodily contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.
Our son clapped and said behind us, "Daddy is holding Mommy in his arms." His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, "Don't tell our son about the divorce." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time... I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown bigger." I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, "Dad, it's time to carry Mom out."
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand hung over my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, "I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy."
I drove to the office and jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore."
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. "Do you have a fever?" she asked. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew," I said, "I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart."
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart."
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I ran up the stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
I knew how her heart could not bear to hear my last words now. I still carried her, my last one... this time with my wretched heart.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. "I want a divorce." I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I avoided her question.
This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted, "You are not a man!" That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had occupied my mind for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very quickly as I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I simply ignored her and turned over and fell asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions - she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she asked for something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request.
When I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions, she laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce," she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any bodily contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.
Our son clapped and said behind us, "Daddy is holding Mommy in his arms." His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, "Don't tell our son about the divorce." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time... I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown bigger." I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, "Dad, it's time to carry Mom out."
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand hung over my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, "I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy."
I drove to the office and jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore."
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. "Do you have a fever?" she asked. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew," I said, "I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart."
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart."
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I ran up the stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
I knew how her heart could not bear to hear my last words now. I still carried her, my last one... this time with my wretched heart.
Story timeeeeee.
10:04 PM
10:04 PM
After manual @ Saint Andrew Junior Sch today,
PERVERT LOOK!
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA, retards.
Ann Ni put this on Ann Peng.
Tataaaaaaaaaaa, hates.
rushed to office to chiong.
Chiong until 1.45 fly off.
Met Annpeng @.....Yewtee.
Eat at EAT. Laksaaaaaaaaa!
Went her house.
Gymed for 30 mins.
Legs numb.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAA.
Bathed, home, shall sleep soon.
PERVERT LOOK!
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA, retards.
Ann Ni put this on Ann Peng.
Tataaaaaaaaaaa, hates.
Life after workkkk.
8:19 PM
8:19 PM
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Work is so damn tiring leh D:
New blogskin soon :D
11:01 PM
Tmr's at Saint Andrew Pri.
New blogskin soon :D
& Wellwell, done with both side family's reunion dinner.
Steamboat then restaurant.
Totally like all the food haha.
& Ohya,
I m gonna sell my LG Cookie Pink.
That has like, minimum defects. (Only like 1 scratch behind)
And the screen is as good as new.
Comes with 2GB memory, charger, USB cable, headphone.
Msn or email to snow_angelz93@hotmail.com if interested.
Thanks ya.
&& I realised, I dont use PSP anymore.
Nickson ask me sell away luh. Cause yeah I have too much at home.
Selling for $200 or above perhaps?
Its white & damn clean (cause I rarely use this one le)
And got one red cover.
Comes with com charger & 4GB memory.
Not scratched at all.
Msn or email to snow_angelz93@hotmail.com if interested.
Thanks again peopleeee.
I lack money right? LOL! Cause pay havent come!!
Apparently, um someone searched for something then lead to my blog.
Yeah, Nuffnang priviledges, & Omg why do people google for such things?
11:01 PM
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Blogging @ River Valley Pri now.
Ulu place D:
Bored ttm, & schedule's packed.
Hope dear roasted pig feel better kay.
I know the feeling sucks.
And well, I took pictures with Kyle Chan, his picture is below btw.
I shall upload the picture i took with him soon.
& Well, tell your something okay.
Today there was this girl that was donating money to the school.
She flashed out a $1000 note. LOLS?
The teacher also very shocked.
Me & Ailin only give $2 leh.
Haha & Sakura's opening @ Keat Hong soon.
Oleh, now mama papa have to work more liao.
& Heres something itchy hands did with photoshop.
Center person doesnt exist.
Okay this is Kyle Chan, uber cute right.
Works for Mediacorp de. WOW.
12:53 PM
Ulu place D:
Bored ttm, & schedule's packed.
Hope dear roasted pig feel better kay.
I know the feeling sucks.
And well, I took pictures with Kyle Chan, his picture is below btw.
I shall upload the picture i took with him soon.
& Well, tell your something okay.
Today there was this girl that was donating money to the school.
She flashed out a $1000 note. LOLS?
The teacher also very shocked.
Me & Ailin only give $2 leh.
Haha & Sakura's opening @ Keat Hong soon.
Oleh, now mama papa have to work more liao.
& Heres something itchy hands did with photoshop.
Center person doesnt exist.
Okay this is Kyle Chan, uber cute right.Works for Mediacorp de. WOW.
12:53 PM
Saturday, January 30, 2010
I will post soooooooon, about this week's job.
12:26 AM
Totally effed by it okay, but still, perseverance.
Manual kills, software sucks.
Today went scouts to see the confirmed sec1s.
Though they said there will be more D:
Annpeng & Alicia seems so cold. People get hot!
After scouts went makan @ Seoul G with one retard.
Spent $58 to just throw away alot of things.
After that smell like BBQ Bak Kwa walao.
Tmr theres venture meeting but I still dont have uni.
Thankfully black market clive bought extra booklets.
Tmr also going shopping for CNY clothes.
Bless that Jiahui dont disturb me.
12:26 AM
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
okay, been too busy this few days.
dint go venture meeting to buy uni D:
ohya btw circle line is call CCL. cool lols.
funny convo with CCL about CCL.
yeah a few days ago, went to cele annpeng's bday.
went bowling & bbq @ her house.
enjoyed.
job still sucks, at least we are halfway through.
sick too much, focus not much.
more pro at photoshop le LOLS.
btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAEJOONG.
aka my only love in korean
&& tmr is 27th, posting out.
come to think of it, i m afraid 1st choice dontwant me.
Pictures dedicated to roasted pigggggggy.
Okay i cheated. But the strikes all real one.
At BBQ.Kahkien.
Jacky.
Ann Ni.
Atiqah.
Sean Ding.
Sham.
Alicia.
Jacky.
Ann Ni.
Atiqah.
Sean Ding.
Sham.
Alicia.
10:23 PM
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Hello, work has been tiring.
Poor partner Ailin is sick, but I cant help much.
Get well soon, so I can drink your drinks soon.
Get well soon, so I can drink your drinks soon.
This weeeeeek, long weeeeeeeek:
Monday - Eunos Pri :D
Tuesday - Fuchun Pri (F)
Wednesday - Greenridge Pri.
Tuesday - Fuchun Pri (F)
Wednesday - Greenridge Pri.
Thursday - AngloChinese Independent.
Friday - Jie Min Pri.
I m looking forward to tmr, cause Aseph Wee aka LOVE was from ACS Barker.
So maybe Independent also have very very nice ones.
Hmm Eunos was nice, I walked there cause I went to stay at relatives house.
Accompanied Melissa to school. But the DM damn attitude =.=
Fuchun is fuck fuck, FUChun, half fucked.
One gate also cannot open, wait wait wait & wait.
& Taxi dropped me & liyana's group at Fuchun Sec.
Damned.
Today was at Greenridge Pri.
Nice school, but air con spoil at Library. HOW EFFED.
Hot hot & alot classes.
Stayed until 5.40 like that =.=
Cabbed home.
Ohya I read Yang Jia Jiang again, love Jin Sha Tan.
Then, me ailin wendy seri liyana aini played concentration & other games.
Ok, pictures.
Below is a.....................dustbin
Our Nikon D90 which is damn heavy.
Cute boh.
Sick partner, cant share food le T_T
BERNARD UBER CUTE!!
ZAX, lols I use to like Zax from 5566. =.=
Haha JAE. All NP & SP.99.9% sure in _______ course.
Last but not least, he look like Nat Ho?Nickson says de orh.
10:33 PM