True enough, I wasn’t happy today. Indeed a very stressful and tiring day. Didn’t even get to eat well too. GOD! Too much of work, up and down all the time, many phone calls.
Few clients called up to make some changes in their drawing, damn! That is so damn troublesome. I already have my own clients’ work to do liao, yet I have to deal with my colleague’s clients. Is not that I dun feel like doing it, is I dun have the detail or drawing of your company. Where on earth can I help you if I dun even have those? I know you need it very urgently, but at least… not in a day lor! I need time to go figure out and also to plan out the drawing. Furthermore, I have other clients as well. I’m NOT A SUPERMAN! This is very tiring liao!!! And I have to rush like MAD for you!
Lunch was simple… very simple, or maybe pathetic… just a tao sha bao. Tat’s it! No mood, no appetite… Later got some goods rejected, damn again, wat is wrong? Initially, you agreed with it, then I can proceed on and now…. hai! Have to crack my head again to think how to redo for you. This is no good playing stuff… I’m only paid that few…2k that all… why am I doing … like 5 people’s work. Is this the “price” I’m paying?Today some many walk-in clients, come in after another, how to do my stuff, go toilet also got problem. Office totally no people at all, everything I do have to be quick then back to the office.
Work till very late again… this time worst… have to bring home drawing do. Been working for 4 months, this is my first time bringing work back home to do. Before I actually started to work in this company, I have told myself clearly that I should not bring any of the work back home to do, cos I seriously need rest well at home to prepare for next day. I broke that promise myself. Guess…. No…. Confirm tomolo SURE NOT GOING TO BE GOOD ALSO!
 England - Michael OWEN
2006 FIFA World Cup Germany
 
Owen wii be out for five months… oh no… England’s World Cup hopes took a serious knock when Owen ruled out of the tournament with a knee injury! Poor Owen… Hope he could recover soon.
Hi guys… FIND THIS PLACE FAMILIAR? Tat Hong Kong APM shopping…. Haha… miss that place… I want to go there shop AGAIN!!! These pics was send by one one of the HK friends. God! So crowded with people watching soccer….
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God damn! A terrible day today,… damn angry, damn frustrated…. and… GOD damn piss off! Why everything have to fall on today!!!?
I was so looking forwards to the concert this Sat… guess now, I WAS DAMN LOOKING FORWARD TO SEE WHO IS NEXT TO PISS ME OFF!!!
Concert ticket have been bought months ago and is like confirm that u guys are going so I took the trouble and Q for the tickets. But now like…. dun ask me to go alone with those empty seat beside me lor! You think I will enjoy it!!! Now even thought got ppl going, I will still not get to enjoy… cos I was once pissed off already!
NEXT,I was ALL alone in the office today. Boss’s mum just passed away last night and have to be at the funeral for the next few days. Well, I’m not angry or not happy over this…. in fact I was like sympathy for him. I knew the lost of lossing one’s loved is terrible. Understand how one’s feel. After settling office stuff, he left….. Then my nightmare came! Can tell you… I was angry all the way… till evening lor!
One person to handle SO SO SO…… MANY STUFFS! Very very… frustrated! Have to handle office stuff, then the workers, then the clock workshop, then the payments…… FUCK! So many things lor…. First was the Client’s phonecalls, then friends and relative asking for funeral address…. then came the flower shop… Well… That is still not the worst! Later came that Idiot Sushi Boss! Hell you go lah…. make my life difficult. Everytime you here, keep ask me to do good job for you! Fuck lor. If you want good job, then next time bring some sushi up mah! So stingy you… Why must u be here all the time… you so damn free huh, come and make my life difficult!
Then, afternoon came two new China workers. Why didn’t boss tell me that!!!? Damn again. Why me again? Why must I babysit them, show them around… I still have so many thing to do lor. And half of the time, I dun understand their God damn “Chin” Chinese!!! By then, I’m getting very angry liao… and start to curse and swear! Honestly, if you happened to sneeze alot yesterday… ya that’s right must be me liao! Alright!
If you guys think that all… then guess wrong liao… came the office work. Have to work till 9plus then finish. Got customer’s drawing to rush… especially tat idiot Sushi boss… open so many outlet for wat, have to do the account stuff for the materials, have to settle the two China Men working stuff… very tired and sleepy liao. And thinking about tis morning thing, God…. Its making me cry. Guess… I’m going to be like this for the next few days also!
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Was talking to a friend on MSN this afternoon, and our conversation topic was on UNDERWEARS! GOD!!! Anyway, I was wondering, how embarrassing can it be talking about underwear over at MSN or blogs? Worst, talking about it with a guy friend. But, I find talking about sex… even more embarassing than undies. Haha… Hello, we wearing undies 24 hours a day LOR. Why isn’t it ok to mention something which is so dear to us, right? Not true meh… dun you wear one!
We were having this conversation about how he wanted to set a shop specializing in men’s underwear. Walk around Orchard and you see many shops which are dedicated to the innerwear of women. No doubt there is this outlet in Heeren which do sell men’s underwear but the price plays an important part in deterring majority of straight male from purchasing.
I never liked the idea of letting people know that I’m a 3 for $10 no brand underwear guy. Haha…, anyway I don’t go for those 3 for $10 undies. I believe that no matter how well-dressed one is (from the outside), a good pair of underwear will make one feel even better. Confidence should be brought from the inside and (it should start from the crotch area). Haha…, I’m not saying cheap underwear isn’t good. I just feel that it’s kind of embarrasing when so many guys are wearing hipsters but showing off underwear which is brandless, has little cotton balls collecting around the underwear and worst, old and stained.
I remembered watching this local show on Channel U (on Wednesday late night) called Love Airways. Seriously, I think it’s a bad show. Anyway, the Love Doctor interviewed this Uncle and asked him whether he had any underwear which will turn his wife on. I was expecting some thong type of underwear or strings since they are supposed to spice sex up but I was wrong. The Uncle rumaged his drawers and pulled out an amazing Hush Puppy square underwear and flashed it in front of the camera. There was nothing wrong wearing those undies but it was old, crumpled and have yellowish stains near the crotch area. GOD!!!
Guys like women to wear beautiful innerwear and best, to flaunt it in front of them.
Is it really alright to reward the ladies showing them your cotton white crocodiles when they take PAINS to get nice innerwear to present to the guys?
I’m not saying that we must always wear nice underwear all the time. Having the money to splurge on calvins doesn’t necessarily mean it can impress too. There are in fact affordable undies which are nice to touch and good to wear too.
Try the Renoma nude series. So far, I think it has the best microfibre series. The good thing about micorfibre is that it’s cooling.
There are times where we can stick to our usuals (3 for $10). Haha…, I don’t because I regularly purchase my innerwear. And I wear my innerwear acoording to my mood. I’m a regular for boxers but I still love to go for the others sometime. The trick is not to buy in bulk. Ever wondered why some male underwear are sold in one piece or at most 2 pieces sets? Buying those allow you to have more undies of various types and material.
I will only go to the underwear department when I felt the importance to change underwear. I treat underwear shopping as normal clothes shopping. I never deliberately dropped by the section just to look at new designs. I realised I can never fulfil the promise of a window shopping? If I go shopping, I will just make sure I need to purchase somethings. If there are no items to be bought, what’s the point of going out shopping? It’s good to a extent that if there’s no reason for me to go out and buy, I can rest home and enjoy my day, sipping coffee and watching television.
G - strings, thongs, briefs, boxers, jock straps, tangas. Which do I prefer? Do I have a choice? To me, they are just underwear lor. They are just there to keep my privates comfortably snugged within the cotton.
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某天, 女孩终于鼓起勇气对男孩说: 「我们分手吧.」
男孩问: 「为什么?」
女孩说: 「倦了,就不需要理由了.」
一个晚上, 男孩只抽烟不说话
女孩的心也越来越凉
『连挽留都不会表达的情人 能给我什么样的快乐?』
过了许久
男孩终忍不住说: 「怎么做你才能留下来?」
女孩慢慢地说:
「回答一个问题, 如果你能答到我心里的答案, 我就留下来.」
……………
「比如我非常喜欢悬崖上的一朵花, 而你去摘的结果是百分之百的死亡, 你会不会摘给我？」
男孩想了想说: 「明天早晨告诉你答案好吗?」
女孩的心顿时伊讼吕?
早晨醒来, 男孩已经不在
只有一张写满字的纸压在温热的牛奶杯下
第一行, 就让女孩的心凉透了
「亲爱的, 我不会去摘
但请容许我陈述不去摘的理由
你只会用电脑打字
却总把程序弄得一塌糊涂
然后对着键盘哭
我要留着手指给你整理程序
你出门总是忘记带钥匙
我要留着双脚跑回来给你开门
酷爱旅游的你
在自己的城市里都常常迷路
我要留着眼睛给你带路
每月（好朋友）光临时
你总是全身冰凉，还肚子疼
我要留着掌心温暖你的小腹
你不爱出门
我担心你会患上自闭症
我要留着嘴巴躯赶你的寂寞
你总是盯者电脑
眼睛给糟蹋得已不是太好了
我要好好活着等你老了
给你修剪指甲帮你拔掉让你懊恼的白发
拉着你的手在海边享受美好的阳光和柔软的沙滩 告诉你一朵朵花的颜色
像你青春的脸…
所以在我不能确定有人比我更爱你以前我不想去摘那朵花…」
（女孩泪滴在纸上形成晶莹的花朵）
抹净眼泪，女孩继续往下看：
「亲爱的如果你已经看完了 答案还让你满意的话 请你开门吧 我正站在门外 手里提着你最喜欢吃的鲜奶面包…」
女孩拉开门
看见他的脸
紧张得像个孩子
只会把拧着面包的手在她眼前晃
………………
我想这就是爱情或者生活
被幸福平静的包围时
一些平凡的爱意
总被渴望激情和浪漫的心忽略
爱！在双方引起的许多个微不足道的动作里，
从来就没有固定的模式
只有爱可以是任何一中平淡无奇的形式花朵、浪漫
不过是浮在生活表面的浅浅点缀
在它们的下面才是我们真真的生活
Sometimes we don’t think and say things out to break someone’s heart.
Although we don’t really mean it.
It just happens.
Even when we feel regret later on, there is nothing we can do to make it up.
I believe love is an amazing factor that connect all of us.
No matter where and who you are…
So, don’t be shy to show people your love.
Treasure those you love and love you.
Life is wonderful because we can love someone and be loved by someone.
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Decided to meet up with a few friends to watch WC 2006. Frankly speaking, this is my first time watching WC. I have never like Soccer at all, but this time round… I enjoy it…. as much as… GOD, the vulgarites all come out. Been to few places, Grapevine’s fullhouse… and Happy Daze naturally will be overflooded. So we headed down to Hougang Green Mac, guess will be the wisest choice lah. But GOD! The ulu Hougang Green Mac was filled with people too. Full house somemore! But good thing, we found seats very fast. (:
Tonite was indeed a claypot nite. A ridiculous and happening nite. First match with 3 red cards given in WC 2006, the match with one of the fastest 1st goal conceded, and also wif the most number of yellow cards.
1st match: Portugal V Iran. The obvious choice –> Portugal. But… CHAO KELONG kia Ronaldo. Oops… Did u guys see the way he played? Man, its almost unbearable to the eyes. The crowd at mac was cursing and swearing at him ( Me being particularly loud amongst the crowd, haha… ). Just as we were getting restless and all ( about to flip tables n chairs ), he finally compensated by scoring a penalty goal for portugal!!! Way to go…
2nd match: Ghanina V Czech. When we thought that everything is going to be fine, we were all so wrong. Its really GHANINA!!! Literally. GHANINAGHANINAGHANINA. FULL STOP! (flip tables n chairs) 
And the worst has yet to come…
3rd match. Italy V USA. The most happening of the happening… most twisted of the twisted… most kelong of the kelong. Watever worst scenario u could imagine… Own goal, red cards, kicked in the groin, blood scene… all happened in this match alone. The muthafcuker referree is prolly either :
1)insane
2)bribed by mafia
3)having a real bad day
4)in a foul mood
5)simply just fucked-up
6)all of the above.
3 red cards given! WTF. Everything was so chaotic before half time and it feels as though I am watching a thriller movie… one red card after another. I was trying to think and predict wat’s going to happen next n stuffs. And damm it the Italian can’t given handle amateur players like USA during the 9 vs 10 men game in 2nd half. AH PUI!!!
Anyway, screw Italy big time.
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Which is worst…
1) To know that you have a line or limit that you can never cross
At one point in time I’ve looked back and told myself… I can never achieve something… I can never be too drunk… I can never be too desperate… I can never be too stupid for my own good… I can never be a sufferable fool… at that point in time I have absolute faith in myself… I have complete determination that I am infailable when it comes to something which I have decided upon… I know the truth… because I have lived the truth… where realisim is about as possible as dying… then one fine day along the way… I got struck down by my own faith… I really did have a line that I could not step across to… I did have something of which I wanted so badly to break through to… I wanted to exceed myself in that area… excel and gain new heights… I wanted to love someone like I’ve never loved before… I wanted to experience a love which is so magnificent in it’s grandue… I wanted a relationship like I’ve never had before… I wanted to love beyond my boundaries… and I found that I could not cross that line… even now after so many years since then… I’m still searching for a reason… I could always blame my big fat ego for being too concerned with the effect of outcomes on myself… but yet I still could not fully explain… or the least come to a viable conclusion that states of why I could not break that limit… why I could not have loved more… I desperately wanted to… I honestly believed I could… thinking… thinking I made a difference… thinking that I went beyond that thin line and created something new… and until it all ended for me… until it all broke apart… I never did see that all this while I was but pacing comfortably in my own zone… in the area marked as my own before that thin line… hesitating… afraid of making that 1 step that would make so much of a difference in my life right now… afraid of the unknown… I could not beat myself up enough over time for not having the courage to take that 1 more final step into conclusion… and I could never forgive myself for denying that it was my fault for not makign that critical motion…
2) To know that you’ve already crossed the line
And then I found that crossing the line while not knowing about it is yet another more frightening experience… I’m sure those who have gotten drunk before would be able to comprehend… when all of a sudden you think you’re still in control… that you’ve still got the situation in your hands… that you’re still awake and concious of your own actions… and the next minute you find that you’ve just awoken 7 hours later with completely no recollection of all the events that have happened in the last 7 hours… I’ve been to that line so many times… you know it’s coming… you anticipate it… but this… it hits you and you will NEVER ever see it coming your way… you will never know how far you’ve ventured until you’re already too far gone… and there’s no turning back… from the point where you become unconcious… there is no way to rouse you back into conciousness other than the passing of time itself…
It’s a mixed feeling… of both having to do with limits… and yet it is so ironic… now that I finally have a clear mind… to see how my life is all about making this critical decisions… and failing at them… how drastic that decision can be… and how I’ve shrugged it off in a moment… ruminating on moments like these make me feel like I’ve been nothing but a fool all this while… of making all the wrong decisions… but deeper still… it instills a fear in me… a new fear incomparable with those I’ve encountered before… of not knowing about my next decision… and when it’s going to come… of facing that limit again… of standing in front of the thin line once more… unsure if I should cross it… or if I already have…
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