[ fotos here ]
Saturday, July 31, 2004

hmmm visit http://ahd0t.tripod.com to see my fotos.. decided not to post here cuz here very mafan.. so i upload it to tripod, much easier and faster.. and can upload a lot, there got about 50% of the fotos.. so feel free just go there and see see look look.. but dun laugh hor!! a lot of act cute pics -.-" hmmm.. today whole day at home do nothing, wad a boring saturday~ seems like every saturday also lidat -.-zzz but today sleep a lot.. woke up at 12.45pm, then sleep at 4.. woke up at 5 then slept at 6 again.. until 7 then wake up.. boring, hope sunday wun be so bored for me.. if can tomolo hope can play bball or play pool.. or at the very least just dun lemme stay at home >.< yawnz

by hong ; 9:10 PM
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[ new pics arrived~! ]
Friday, July 30, 2004

haha.. finally got xian rong to send me the pics.. and siti also :D thanks to both of you~!!!! sorry leh xian rong.. bugging you for the pass few days for pictures, but cannot blame me la.. u should transfer the picture 1st before charging so...... not my fault :X but anyway thanks both of ya.. hehe took some picture today in school with siti's digi camera.. today hui yue b'dae~ .:: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HUI YUE!! ::. :) then 2 days ago use xian rong hp take picture for fun~ lol.. addicted to taking foto le la.. all because of xian rong and his bloody hp with such clear and nice camera quality.. lol anyway, will post some pics here tomolo.. then will add inside friendster also :D

by hong ; 11:21 PM
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[ life goes on.. ]
Thursday, July 29, 2004

yawns.. another shag day for me today, had tutorial at 8 am.. then got 2 boring lecture also.. pon-ed the afternoon lecture cause really no mood for it.. so bored, then had quiz for my java.. kinda hard.. but think will be able to pass it, anyway the paper is only 5% of the overall grade.. so did not worry too much about it.. last lesson was VB.net, my favourite module this semester.. lab lesson was kinda fun, but tomolo i will die~ cause have a 3 hour break -.-" dunno wad to do during this 3 hours leh.. haiz just hope tomolo will be fine zZz and tomolo also haf sem project tutorial.. boring, hate discussions >.< always take few hours just to come up with a simple conclusion, very ineffective that way.. and lata on still gonna re-draw my project pic -.- dunno where to find the palm print picture la =(

by hong ; 7:33 PM
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[ sad story.. ]
Tuesday, July 27, 2004

This is a true story, taken from "Family" (dictated by LD, edited by LSX, translated by SaFe). 

Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late. 

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicte! d to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her country-side habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In her view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother's facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and that resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash they again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? we couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"

After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.

That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn't mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.

For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible, you should go and see a doctor."

The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.

I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.

That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless.

I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the furneral, hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the country-side. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...

I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...

In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.

The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.

That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death, so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff.

I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.

I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.

In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.

After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.

"LD, you are pregnant?"

Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.

Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seem so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them.

I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me, I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep deep scares in each other's heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally intentional.

I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.

Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He have forgotten that last time, I cared for him and am concerned becau! se there is love, but now, what is there between us?

Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brown, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain.

Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at me and our son, his eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.

Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.

Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no long has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."

From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work
and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. 

Hubby has also written a letter for me: 
"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me... These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging...";

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."

He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears slowly rolled down my face...

The end...






by hong ; 8:22 PM
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[ ~>.<~ ]
Saturday, July 24, 2004

The feeling of love starts from the eye,
And the feeling of like starts from the ear,
So if you stop liking a person you used to like..
All you need to do is cover your ears..
But if you try to close your eyes,
Love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever..

by hong ; 10:14 PM
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[ sobz ]
Friday, July 23, 2004

feel so broken hearted.. feel so terrible.. dunno why suddenly feel like listening to dreamz fm de
"bu zhi de" feeling so f*cked.. haiz..

by hong ; 3:38 PM
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[ yawns zZz ]
Thursday, July 22, 2004

tired tired tired.. really damn shag ar.. today woke up at 7am then reach school at 8am for tutorial.. but nvm la, quite worth it since i can get free breakfast from my tutor.. haha my java tutor cute sia.. every week tutorial sure prepare sweets and chocolate for us.. then i always greedy greedy take a lot.. LOL then make her need to buy more.. hmmm my java tutor not bad la.. but can be quite f*cked up at times.. lab got so many computers free to use dun wan let other people use just because not belong to her class.. will sabo those people lor.. haha other then that she is fine.. then today my VB.net lesson so happy.. did one whole question by myself without copying lor.. is like the 1st time i so hardworking, then found out actually doing the question and getting the answer all by myself is quite fun.. cause got the "man zhu gan".. SATISFACTION~ =D then my VB.net tutor same as my bro last time java tutor.. sally tang.. from china.. really a very very very excellent lecture lor.. one of the better ones i can find in NYP.. at least she is patient and willing to take time to explain codes.. and is really help all the way if u ask her any question.. my last sem java tutor also not bad.. ng peck leng.. she also help all the way one.. dunno anything just give her a call and she really will make time for us, project not she supervise one she also come help us out.. haha but feel quite guilty cause din do well for her module.. only got a SP for her module LOL.. yawns getting poorer and poorer nowadays.. think i spend too much le~ haha hope money can drop from sky =X lol *.*

by hong ; 10:14 PM
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[ SISTERS SUX!!! ]
Wednesday, July 21, 2004

sisters sux to the core.. one of the worst movies i ever watched.. its so lame and so not scary, more like a comedy to me -.-" if i were to rate it out of 5 stars i will only give it 1 star.. and is already very very kind to give it such high rating liaoz.. sOOooOo bored lor.. and why must ghost in jap and thai movie climb on the floor one??? all copy sadako lor... waste my $6.50, i should have watched king arthur or brotherhood.. at least i know it will be a much better choice compared to sisters.. lame and boring show.. dosen't make sense at all -.-" and me and ervina really not fated one.. haha when i left monstercue, she and her classmates went there.. then in PS also nv see her.. pengz -.-" today is so sianz.. and i now really really feel like playing bball.. hehe dunno why got the sudden craving for it.. yawnz today school shiok sia, no need bring any book or notes.. cuz its VB.net lecture then i never buy the notes for it.. haha but then quite lame also.. come school 12-1pm for 1 lecture.. waste time, somemore never listen.. LOL :D tomolo i sure sian 1/2 de.. 8am - 5pm haix sianz so early need to go school then so late go home.. wtf!@!$

by hong ; 10:45 PM
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[ dog dog ^.^ ]
Tuesday, July 20, 2004

ARGH!!!! STUPID INTERNET EXPLORER!!! me type half way then need to it close automatically.. @#!%@#% now haf to retype liao la :( me today bought dog 9 liao.. from my house below the mac.. din noe there got dog 9 sia.. lucky me~ ^.^ now still left 5 dogs to completing the set.. haha hope can get 2 more dogs tomolo.. then lidat will be much closer liaoz hehe hmmm today damn tired ar.. in fact everyday also seem tiring to me.. haha mabbe too use to having supper then sleep late liao.. must change this bad habit sia if not the next 13 weeks gotta suffer le.. hehe today do project damn sianz.. as usual, DR tan spent 2 whole bloody hours discussing ideas with 1 group.. as though the rest is not under him lidat.. HATE his accent ar.. the way he say "exactly" and "precisely".. very act ang moh lor -.-" then really suay.. this DR TAN THIAM CHU is was my brother's final year project supervisor.. and wads worse? he is biased against my brother.. OMG gonna fail my semestral project this sem.. sianz stupid sissy.. think he got PHD very big f*ck.. haizzZz..


by hong ; 7:34 PM
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[ back from school -.-" ]
Monday, July 19, 2004

yawns.. wad a tiring day.. today 10 am reach school liao.. do project until 12 then got lab sessions until 3 then straight after that got a tutorial till 4.. and after 4 need to do project until 6 then 6.40 pm got night lecture.. ZZZZZZ whole bloody day only get to rest for less then an hour.. so shag lor.. then somemore the night lecture so boring de.. today do project also wan to mad liao.. discuss so long yet i dunno wad we are trying to arrive at.. my mind was totally out of NYP liao ar.. and tomolo i still need to bring my file which is so damn big.. -.-" then the Dr tan still wan to see our group gant chart and schedule.. argh!!! dun seem to be in the mood for anything these few days.. things dun seem to go as smoothly as i thought.. wads worst~ Sofian only managed to get 1 dog for me.. haix dissappointed ar, i tot i can get 3 dogs today liao.. hmmm but nvm la.. at least can get one of the more difficult dogs in the collection.. haha lets just hope by the end of this week can get to collect all 12 dogs.. haha yawnz sleepy..

by hong ; 8:51 PM
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[ back from picnic.. ]
Sunday, July 18, 2004

yoZ.. just came back from picnic 1 hr ago.. picnic was quite fun, can play freesbie, basketball.. etc.. then can go climb the spidey web and play the play ground.. HAHA had so much fun today although quite tiring.. hehe but regret nv go play water.. cuz no one else wanted to play except for myself -.-" then the picnic food so much sia.. eat until wan to die ar haha lucky i nv eat breakfast.. hehe anyway.. tomolo got school zzZ so sianz.. hate monday sia.. cuz its the start of school every week, and also have my longest studying hours on monday.. from 12pm to 8.30pm.. then still must go school do project.. so is 11 am to 8.30 pm.. inside the lecture hall struggling to open my eyes ar.. somemore the lecturer another monotone kia.. make me even more sleepy.. boring then tomolo sofian better bring my dogs to school haha or else i kill him ar.. then also have to remind xian rong help me check potong pasir got dogs not.. haha lets hope can get all 12 dogs.. willing to pay reasonable amount to buy those that i dun haf.. lol yawnz...

by hong ; 11:14 PM
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1st of all.. sorry mei, nv go attend ur chalet.. = but whether i am there or not makes no difference rite? hehe anyway.. tomolo going picnic at pasir ris.. or shld i say TODAY since its pass 12 am now.. hmmm hope it would be fun and nice.. still waiting for ervina's call to confirm whether she going nots.. haiX i think she forgot all about it le la = nvm.. wait awhile more if she still nv call then go sleep -.-" wonder how will the picnic be like.. fun? boring? sleepy? exciting? hmmm lets just hope its fun or exciting.. so long nv play freesbie.. tomolo yu quan beta bring the freesbie or else i kill him ar.. haha still remember last time sec sch P.E. time got play b4.. haiX.. those were the days.. really really really miss sec sch life a lot.. miss my whole class, miss the days when i sit in class and tok cock with the "5c's".. namely christina, fen mei, amy, priscilla and yien shan.. also miss "wu xiao fu".. this no need name ba.. miss my teachers.. miss neo, mrs lim ling, etc etc etc... miss the things we do after school, go church play ball then ben will treat us go eat ice kachang.. now ben marry liao.. wish that he will have a very very blissful life with his wife.. miss so many things.. now in poly, things are so much different.. really miss a lot of people, especially......................................................................... HAIX :'(

by hong ; 12:49 AM
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Friday, July 16, 2004


mE aNd YiEn sHAn.. Posted by Hello
 
sorry ar yien shan.. haha i really cannot tahan ar.. this pic damn cute lor muahahah :X

by hong ; 8:04 PM
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yeaH~ today so shiok, lesson from 9am - 1pm only.. haha actually is 9am - 5pm de.. but then my tutor today not free so she say postpone to another day, and she nv say when~ lol ZZz
haha then this morning make me kan chiong spider ar.. i tot the DR tan thiam chu wan to see our project folder.. heng he give chance ar.. haha then he very wierd one.. wan pple call him DOCTOR zZz he also abit aqua.. haha WAD A BORING DAY AGAIN~!

by hong ; 3:44 PM
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[ so sleepy -.-zz ]
Thursday, July 15, 2004

yawnz`.. today is one of my longest studying days.. 8am to 5pm ZZZ make me sleepy only =|
anyway, today lesson damn boring ar!! 2 bloody lectures and the lecturer tok until so MONOTONE.. confirm they seldom sing song one~ then me eugene and his classmate in the lecture keep playing and joking around.. HahA in the end also nv attend the full lecture.. zhao half way thru :D then my VB.net also start to headache liao, 1st week practical machiam use my leg to type, so eeeji.. but then ar this week 2 one really very jia lat ar.. suppose to do around 4 questions then in the end i wasn't even able to complete 1Q.. very hard!!!! i is crack my brain until cannot crack liao still dunno how to do lor.. life is so bored nowadays zZz tomolo then write here again la.. -.-"

by hong ; 6:53 PM
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Wednesday, July 14, 2004


Me~! ^.^ Posted by Hello

by hong ; 11:45 PM
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My 2nd blog~! 1st blog was rubbish, made it for my channel.. Zzz this blog may be betta?? hehe i'm bored~ -.-"

by hong ; 11:22 PM
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levi's wallet - $60
levi's jeans - $150
levi's boxers/brief - $14.90 x 3
levi's t-shirts - $50
levi's shoe - $200
predator 4k6 - $1400
160gb portable HD - $300
nike watch - $140
newurbanmale singletssS - $69.90 newurbanmale t-shirtssS - $55.90 honda jazz/fit - $60k
flip flops - $20

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= family

bro
david
baby

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= friends

amy
audrey
christina
daryll
ervina
ervina.2
ervina.shop
estelle
halif
henry
kelly jia yi
nura
si lin
wahidah
wan qi
yao long
yan wei
zhi fan

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= nyp.friends

ain
fenni
felicia
jia xian
jia hui
junaidah
june
maureen
mazlan
seen may
shawn
siti
vincent
wei sheng
xian rong
yi shan

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= army.friends

andy
caleb
camillus
joshua
lian sheng
michael
wei liang
wei rui
zhao quan

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= the.famous

xiaxue
kenny sia
mr brown
mr miyagi
rockson
leon
dawn
steven lim

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= my.links

my friendster
facebook
blogger
yahoo
hotmail
google
youtube
poolfanatic
nba
newurbanmale


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= resolutions.08

1. Maintain my body & weight
2. Convert driving license
3. Participate in marathons
4. Increase drinking capacity :)

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= archives

July 2004
August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007

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= credits

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