Sunday, November 05, 2006 @ 6:49 PM
Okay!
Do not tag on this tagboard here anymore! Go to the new blog
http://obliterated.wordpress.com
and comment there!
See ya.
Friday, November 03, 2006 @ 11:25 PM
This is the 94th post. For this blackpavement blog.
This is also the last post. For this blackpavement blog.
*sniff*
I'm abandoning this blog for my new blog.
CLICK to go.
Goodbye blackpavement, you've been a faithful blog and I will remember you.
By the way, I'll slowly transfer all my links here to there. Yep.
My sister is saying I sound very emotionless. Because there ain't any sad face or anything.
Fine, I give her emotion.
BOOHOOHOO I LOVE YOU BLACKPAVEMENT BUT YOU MUST UNDERSTAND THAT I MUST MOVE ON
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Thursday, November 02, 2006 @ 3:43 AM
I think I am weird. Kinky, kooky, curious, queer, peculiar. Whatever it is.
Like I come online, and once I come online I realise there is nothing to do online since I've been online daily this WHOLE WEEK.
And I keep myself to start doing my homework but all the Devil says is, You still got time, do it later and pushes the Angel aside. And so I listen to him. I want to kill that damn Devil! Too bad Angel is such a nice person, so he/she won't push the Devil off my shoulder.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006 @ 12:03 AM
It's raining,
It's pouring,
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed,
And bumped his head,
And couldn't get up in the morning.
It's raining! Makes the air really cool.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006 @ 4:48 PM
A Letter-A Mom to her Son
My dear Ah Bu,
I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.
We are not living where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles.
I am not able to send the address, as the last person who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address.
Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet. But I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.
The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.
The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.
Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.
By the way, I took Ah Bim to our club's poolside. The manager told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece we should remove?
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.
Your uncle fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Your best friend is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.
There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.
Love,
Mom.
P.S : Ah Bu, I was going to send you some money but by the time I
realized, I had already sealed off this letter.
Heh.
Monday, October 30, 2006 @ 6:41 PM
IS IT MY FAULT THAT YOU ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED THE WINDOW WHILE YOU WERE DELETING YOUR USELESS EMAILS. I MEAN, WHAT IS THE POINT OF GMAIL IF YOU WANT TO DELETE EMAILS? GMAIL IS MEANT TO GIVE YOU A LOT A LOT OF SPACE SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO DELETE ANYTHING RIGHT?
SO I KNOW YOU'RE PISSED OFF THAT YOU CLOSED THAT BLOODY WINDOW BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO START VENTING YOUR ANGER ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE. OR VENTING YOUR ANGER ON ANYTHING ELSE SUCH AS THE PIANO. YOU DON'T HAVE TO PRACTISE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO JUST DON'T KICK, DON'T SLAM MY PIANO.
I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THAT CHINESE NEWSPAPER REFLECTION. I KNOW YOU ARE WRITING DOWN ALL THE WORDS YOU DON'T KNOW AND INSERTING THEM INTO THE SENTENCES. YES THAT'S GOOD. THE ONLY REASON DADDY AND MUMMY DON'T KNOW IS BECAUSE YOU DON'T SHOW THEM WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
AND YOU BLOODY HELL STOP TELLING ME TO SHUT UP BECAUSE I CARE FOR YOU BUT ALL YOU SEEM TO DO IS TELL ME TO SHUT UP EVEN THOUGH MOST OF THE TIME I'M TELLING YOU WHAT I WANT THE BEST FOR YOU.
SOMETIMES I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I BOTHER.
Okay. I am not angry anymore. I shall go and do my Chinese newspaper reflection to make my parents happy. I shouldn't give them anymore trouble/unhappiness than I have.
Why is it so hard to get going?
@ 2:30 AM
I am crazy. I am going crazy.
My STUPID PIANO has a STUPID KEY that keeps getting stuck. (When I press it, it stays there. That's what I mean by stuck.) It is the C# below the middle C# and it keeps getting stuck and boy, am I mighty pissed off.
Those of you who know, I just had my theory exam on Saturday for Grade 5. So, my teacher has now told me to start practising my Grade 6 scales. 4 octaves for practically everything. 4 octaves! So many keys require me to start below middle C. Guess where I'll hit? THAT BLOODY C#. Even if my right hand doesn't touch it, my left hand will.
Then after that I will be so annoyed, start hitting the piano real hard, and irritate my sister as well.
I am going crazy. And my mum still wants me to do newspaper reflections for her!
"Improve your Chinese!" she and my dad says. And do some assesment to polish my Math.
And what? I haven't started on my homework.
Bah to homework. All homework. It's the year end holiday, you see that? We have slogged long and hard the whole year and we believe we deserve a break from all this studying.
SOMEONE PLEASE COME UP AND SLAP ME AND TELL TO GET UP FROM THIS LAZY STATE. AND SCOLD ME TO GET SOME MOTIVATION.
Sunday, October 29, 2006 @ 5:09 AM
Ho hum, it's the start of the holidays.
I AM SO MUDDLED OVER WHAT I SHOULD CHOOSE FOR SUBJECT COMBI. I didn't get EC letters for Science or Humanities because I didn't work hard enough. And I think I gave up regretting because I have too many regrets over too many things already. I discussed with my mother yesterday, I think I'll put all Cs for my 3 choices.
I don't know how to get motivation.
Anyway, read this story. It really touched me.
The Story of Two Men in One Hospital Room
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lung. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall! The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
Isn't the story nice? I got it through email and I forwarded it. So some of you may have read it already. And the English is mostly perfect (:
Reading the story made me feel happy.