posted by ferren @ 4:19 PM
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Late Night with The Cutest One - Stars...
Editor's Note: I am unable to get colour on this crap. Sorry.
I cannot stand it without colour! -dies-
:(
Welcome to my very own late night talk show with me as your host, naturally.
So yeah, now that there are such things as Facebook and Twitter, I am positive that no one will read my blog even if a notice appear on their dashboard. So it's safe to get in touch with my personal and deeper facet.
Initially this post was to remember all the family and friends who touched my life but something so beautiful happened in the last twenty-four hours that I find it hard not to blog it.
When I was fifteen, that meant that you were much younger or not even conceived of in thought or womb, a team from Novena Church would come to our school to talk to all the Secondary Three students. I am not sure if you know this of me or not but I am a very proud person. Yes, I am conceited. Many a time, I would rather die than step down from my pride. That was then.
So even when I had problems at home, I never let it show in school. Until that one fine day when the religious team came to our school. So when it came to be my turn, it was Father Simon, head of the team. Not sure if it was a fortunate or unfortunate thing up to this day.
Warning: Some of you might have heard this story before and might want to skip it.
So anyway, I thought, "hell no, he ain't gettin' anythin' out from me." God must have been displeased with my haughty attitude because just minutes into the talk saw me tears streaming down my face like a plumber finally managed to loosen the water pipe.
Analyse this:
1. It was lucky that we talked and I cried because I learnt how to cry, reach out for help and ate some humble pie.
2. It was unlucky that we talked and I cried because my pride was crushed. No one has ever seen me cry in agony since Secondary One. My image was tarnished.
Exactly fifteen years later, a young man read me like Father Simon did. It is very exhilarating and scary when someone hits you right on target. You feel liberated that someone understands you and/or what you are going through. You feel trapped that someone knows your weaknesses and there is a chance that he might use it against you.
However, you learn to cry again. You learn to reach out for a hand and/or ear. Best of all, you learn that anguish cannot kill you and so you are stronger by the end of the day.
B-kun, I do not believe in coincidences, I only believe that everything is fated. Thank you for passing by in my life, albeit a fleeting moment like that of Father Simon. Should our paths never cross again, I would like you to know that it was worth every ounce of it.
Dear all, thank you for tuning in to Late Night with the Cutest One. Till then...
Ciao.
posted by Yang @ 1:09 AM
Thursday, April 22, 2010
To the one and only Liew
Once upon a time, Meh Meh went to Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Being much older than the flock she was classmates with at that time, she was a little apprehensive. True enough she was the odd one out as she had no skills in dealing with younger flocks. One such youngling spoke to her and she spurned him. However, the youngling never did give up on her.
Every time he would tell jokes, make funny impersonations, sing spoofed songs or simply just being there to make Meh Meh a happier person.
After three years, it was time to go separate ways. He always tried to reach out to Meh Meh but she was either too lazy or busy to meet up. So when he couldn't see her, he just talked to her or left messages on her MSN. She remembers the times when she would look forward to the quote of the day by him when at work, making work bearable. When he does call her, it never failed to fill her up with joy.
Then one or maybe two years passed, there was almost no contact and Meh Meh, being the one who takes people for granted, finally called him. However, it was too late. All the while when she had the chance to prove that she could be a good friend, she wasted all those opportunities. All the same, he was polite over the phone and messages but the alienation is felt.
Perhaps some day, she can win his friendship back. Perhaps.
-whispers- I love Liew.
Editor's note: I want to thank people who give me wake-up calls in my life. I just hope that I eventually learn from these lessons. People whom I have neglected, I know and remember, just give me time. -hugs-
posted by Yang @ 10:46 PM
Monday, July 27, 2009
Welcome to 2009!
Dear readers! [I think I have gotten rid of all my readers! Yay!] Anyway, welcome to 2009! :D All right, all right, I am a bit late but hey, better late than never right? So, to keep you up to date on my life so far, well, how should I put it... ...*pauses for a long long long long long long long long long long time* It has its ups and downs so far. Let us try a list.
UPs
1. Mr. and Mrs. Lee Ting Zien got married.
2. A very nice dude just joined the company.
3. I have a beautiful girl in my life.
4. I am losing a bit of mass.
5. I am alive.
DOWNs
1. Pay cut. -sobbies-
2. Have not watched all the anime I want.
3. I am going to lose the beautiful girl in my life.
4. Did not get to see the solar eclipse.
5. I am alive.
So, all right, it is not exactly a well-thought out list but those are the few things that popped up. I am down and have no idea how to rid of this feeling. Is it another round of crying to unload it all? I do not know but when it is time for the floodgates to open, it will.
For all those nosy parkers who are still hanging around my blog, kindly pretend you did not read this post. For I believe, this is a very sad post. I want you to be happy, so just keep away, all right? ;)
All right! If there is stuff to be updated, it will be updated. Meanwhile, do not stay tuned, just divert!
I leave you with a song title, listen to it online if you do not have it. Do not pirate though.
Again by Yui [First opening of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood] *coughsihavethefilecoughs*
Ciao, pimples.
P.S.: I have no idea where my rich text options are! :(
P.P.S.: I have found my rich text options! :D
posted by Yang @ 1:57 PM
Sunday, August 31, 2008
My First Birthday Present 2008
Welcome back to another excruciatingly boring episode of "Yang's Life". Today, I shall talk about really mundane stuff, that is, talking about one day of my life. For all you readers out there, YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE!!! -clears throat- All right, if this entry does not drive you away, I seriously need to know what will.
-copies LJZ's format in telling a day of his life on his blog-
2.30am
Reached home from cousin's bachelor party; I had two vodkas, one with lime and another with cranberry. Note: Hooters and Brewerkz are my favourite hangouts if I go Clarke Quay.
3.00am
Took a bath.
3.30am
Sound asleep.
8.00am
Jumped out of bed, brushed teeth, washed face, changed and left for work.
9.00am
Loiter outside the office because lost office keys. Thank goodness Director came shortly.
1.15pm
Finally got off work! -curses and swears at some dumb bell of a business partner-
1.45pm
Reached Bugis Junction and met Yi Bing with twin sister. Note: She slimmed down quite a bit. Warning: Anyone else thinking about slimming down, please spare a thought for me. Everytime someone slims down, their phats get transferred to me. -glares-
2.30pm
Anonymous Angel (AA) arrived at Bugis. AA nauseated me by saying his goodbyes and telling me he is going home. (-.-)" Anyway, we went to Bras Basah Complex to find art stuff for my "white container" also known as (a.k.a.) my dream home. Then went to Karl Heng to PR. AA learnt a few gossip. -mutters- All in all, we went to Sagacity (pronounced as sir-gair-city, not sir-gah-city...I do not care! I am right!), Art Friend and Popular. Did not get anything but that is fine; getting it another day.
4.30pm
Went to McDonald's for takeaway; AA had a hot fudge sundae and I had large iced lemon tea. Walked to City Hall in the rain; AA insisted I share his umbrella even after I told him it spoils my image to use an umbrella. Eh...in short, it has something to do with my reputation and phats! Reached City Hall's interior and got fascinated by the waterfall message. Eh...in short, I will describe it to you should you want to know further details. Met a primary/secondary school mate of mine; she was on her way to work. Anyway, destination was Singapore Flyer so the plan was to walk through City Link Mall and pop out from Esplanade. Lo and behold, got to where Hallmark is and from that point onwards it was jam packed all the way to near New York New York. I hate human crowds! No air~! I held onto his bag's strap as much as I could and managed to get out of that terrible experience.
5.30pm
Finally got to Singapore Flyer and exchanged for tickets. Initally, we planned to take it another day but there were so many restrictions that we had no choice but to take it today. Note: Not to fear, I can go up on the wheel as many times as I can afford to; I simply love it! Took a lot of pictures on mobile phone because neither of us brought a camera, not that I had one but AA did and he did not bring it because he did not expect to take the ride today. To me, the ride was MAGNIFICENT!!! I want to go for the ride again and again! We were smiling, waving and taking pictures back and forth with another young boy in the capsule before ours. After he got off, we saw him and asked him if he was waiting for us and guess what! The girl with him is someone I know! I cannot remember her name but she is playing the sheng for Keat Hong Chinese Orchestra and it is her birthday! Anyway, I bought the picture that was taken at the Singapore Flyer and going to do something with it. It is a secret because AA will be reading this too.
6.30pm
Took a bus to Plaza Singapura and had our dinner at Sakae Sushi. Initially, I wanted to pay it all or at least split the bill but AA got hold of the bill first and paid SGD50; I paid another SGD13. It was a good meal and the highlight was the way he spoke in Malaysian accent! I laughed till I teared.
8.10pm
Went to Spotlight to look for more art materials; enroute we stopped at Crocs at my request. Note: I will be getting a new pair of Crocs in October. After Spotlight, we went to Yamaha. Nope, I still cannot find the pick Jieyin wants. Note: Still searching for the SGD10 pick; very tempted to buy a lot to amount it to SGD10.
9.10pm
Went to Ben & Jerry's at The Cathay. I paid for it because AA paid for dinner. We had a chocolatey awesome time!
10.30pm
We took the train home.
12.00mn
I reached home.
I had a very memorable 9.5 hours. Thank you, AA, for this wonderful birthday present. -hugs-
Right then, I expect no one to come to my blog ever again after this entry, so do not let me find out that you, yes you, have even dropped by my main page! -glares through slitty eyes-
Ciao, pimples!
2.10am
Blogging completed.
posted by Yang @ 12:57 AM
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Making History
Dear all, time certainly flies by and golly, what in the world are you guys still doing here? Tagging on my board even after I posed threats and warnings repeatedly to get you fleas out of my skin! Well, you guys made me turn to insults to reduce readership. If this does not work, I will post up my bikini pictures. *coughs-if-i-know-how-to-post-pictures-on-blogs-coughs*
So so so, I have received threats and complaints about my "not-so-far-and-apart" entries. So for those weirdos who are still reading my blog, I hope this is a nightmare instead of a treat. [I almost spelt "threat" instead of "treat" (-.-)"]
I am terribly sorry that I do not share enough with you pimples but I am here right now so hear me out. -pauses-
Ha! You have been tricked! You were supposed to go away after I said, "hear me out." All right, enough lame stuff and on to the main topic.
I am just done watching the opening ceremony of the 29th Olympics held in Beijing, People's Republic of China. Several thoughts crossed my mind when I was watching it.
(1) This is the first time I am even bothered to watch the opening ceremony of Olympics. I tried it once in 1996 when they were celebrating the centennial of Olympics but dozed off while watching for a few minutes. This time I managed to stay up throughout the four tedious hours. Cheered for countries I liked including Singapore, of course. I have always known I am patriotic and been very proud of the fact that I am of Chinese descent.
(2) Olympics seems like a commercial tactic for countries hosting it. Some countries might have animosity feelings towards another but everyone seems happy when they are there. [Hold your thoughts, more coming up]
*pauses regular blogging*
Side note: I must not jump ahead of others. I will learn to listen till the end before I speak.
*resumes regular blogging*
(3) With all the happy faces amongst the seas of audience and sports personnel, you know enmity between countries really belongs with the government. The people and soldiers are the ones who always suffers from silly decisions and propaganda from the government. When I watched Olympics, it is as the current motto fits: One world, one dream. No one killed anyone. This is how the world should be: One family. Sure we have our disagreements but you do not kill your sister or brother who crossed your path. I mean, most of us will not, I do not speak for everyone. Guess that means, some world leaders just behave like the psychotic siblings who kill when crossed by another. I know it is not always as simple as being crossed; there is oppression, injustice, corruption, discrimination and many other differences that turn people into such. Whatever it is, I feel very sad when I think of such detriments.
So anyway, back to about making history as my title states. It just hit me that we are living in what our future will call history. I think it is so cool. Even after ten years, people are going to go like, "hey, remember that on 8th August 2008 when Beijing was host for Olympics?" And, I will go like, "yeah, I watched it." I find the concept so awesome. I was part of something great. In a way, anyway.
All right, all the above was written on 9th August 2008 and it is not erm...10th August 2008. Bwahaha! I slept, played, ate and forgot to complete it. Trying to think of something erm...awesome to wrap up this entry. Here goes:
Pimples, we live only once as our current selves. I always run through the NPCO list on my MSN, both online and offline. I read all your display names and personal messages. Some have very heartbreaking words, others anger, philosophical, joyful and so on. I find this list so amazing. I feel so many things just by scanning through it and then work on stuff according to the needs of my different babies. Curses to those who have foreign languages on their display names and personal messages. Yes, I am talking about the Japanese and Korean words! You know who you are. -glares- And do not bring out about the pimple who used French because at least I can use Fish to translate.
Anyway, to return to earth here. I will be going back to NPCO starting on 26th August 2008. I know my readership consists of many year threes and a couple of alumni so this message is going to you pimples. I will try to rekindle the kind of love that existed in NPCO. I love NPCO because of all of you. Even with you gone, I will survive these dark hours and rebuild the fire with sheer willpower. Do not think I use the word "love" too loosely for each time I utter love, it is for a different kind of love. Therefore, everytime I say it. believe in it. For I truly, love thee. -brushes a couple of teardrops away from eyeballs-
"Take me as I am."
Recommended song: "Leave Out All the Rest" - Minutes to Midnight album - Linkin' Park
All right, enough BS to last you a lifetime.
Ciao, pimples!
P.S.: I love You. *hug & kiss*
posted by Yang @ 12:38 AM
