when that happiness glows and warms everyone else around her.
Monday, July 13, 2009
How can you tell when someone is truly happy?
The Answer Is...
when that happiness glows and warms everyone else around her.
when that happiness glows and warms everyone else around her.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Bossini
Heyo! Come on down to Bossini @ Jurong Point today and you stand to win some really cool prizes just for smiling! Top prize includes $500 Bossini Vouchers and $350 cash!
i'm not kidding. you just need to smile. :) c ya there from 3 to 5pm!
i'm not kidding. you just need to smile. :) c ya there from 3 to 5pm!
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
珍惜
看了Michael Jackson追悼会的直播，关掉电视，黑暗中平躺在床上。
脚板隐约感觉得到Mr Snuggie的毛发，和它的体温。
和我一起躲在被窝里一动也不动的它，是熟睡着，还是...
一丝莫名的担忧，闪过。
起身摸了摸，啊，还好，缩成一团的身体微微地随着呼吸鼓起来，又落下去。
如果Mr Snuggie真的走了，我想我会哭得很难过吧。虽然它应该不会有盛大的追悼会，或庄重的葬礼。但我会想要把它的尸体火化，用灰烬制造成宝石。
记忆中，第一次踏入火化场，是奶奶去世的时候。当时的我没有特别悲伤，因为跟奶奶的关系没有特别亲密。但奶奶生前很疼爱我和姐姐，我们也很喜欢她。她是一个很可爱、会让人无缘无故想拥抱的老婆婆。我小时候应该有抱过她吧。长大后就没有了。我还记得在灵柩前瞻仰她的遗容。过后就进行火化。在棺木通过长方形的洞口被推入火坑的那一刹那，毫无预警的巨大声响和嚎啕声深入我内心深处，大力地抽了一下。招架不住，我哭了。
忘了谁说过，人在世时不好好珍惜，等到他死后才哭泣，有什么用？
我觉得哭泣不一定要有用。也不代表之前没有好好珍惜。
珍惜并不是每时每刻害怕失去，无时无刻记住随时随地会失去。这样的珍惜，太悲观，太没意义了。
珍惜，应该是忘我忘情忘年忘形地充分充实每分每秒。
可以是一对一地分享、付出、帮助、开怀地一起笑一起哭一起玩一起活。
也可以是遥远地支持、欣赏、赞美、效仿。
因为珍惜，所以在毫无预警的情况下匆匆失去时，难免不舍，难免落泪。
就好像现在，黑暗中平躺在床上，哼着Gone Too Soon的我一样。
脚板隐约感觉得到Mr Snuggie的毛发，和它的体温。
和我一起躲在被窝里一动也不动的它，是熟睡着，还是...
一丝莫名的担忧，闪过。
起身摸了摸，啊，还好，缩成一团的身体微微地随着呼吸鼓起来，又落下去。
如果Mr Snuggie真的走了，我想我会哭得很难过吧。虽然它应该不会有盛大的追悼会，或庄重的葬礼。但我会想要把它的尸体火化，用灰烬制造成宝石。
记忆中，第一次踏入火化场，是奶奶去世的时候。当时的我没有特别悲伤，因为跟奶奶的关系没有特别亲密。但奶奶生前很疼爱我和姐姐，我们也很喜欢她。她是一个很可爱、会让人无缘无故想拥抱的老婆婆。我小时候应该有抱过她吧。长大后就没有了。我还记得在灵柩前瞻仰她的遗容。过后就进行火化。在棺木通过长方形的洞口被推入火坑的那一刹那，毫无预警的巨大声响和嚎啕声深入我内心深处，大力地抽了一下。招架不住，我哭了。
忘了谁说过，人在世时不好好珍惜，等到他死后才哭泣，有什么用？
我觉得哭泣不一定要有用。也不代表之前没有好好珍惜。
珍惜并不是每时每刻害怕失去，无时无刻记住随时随地会失去。这样的珍惜，太悲观，太没意义了。
珍惜，应该是忘我忘情忘年忘形地充分充实每分每秒。
可以是一对一地分享、付出、帮助、开怀地一起笑一起哭一起玩一起活。
也可以是遥远地支持、欣赏、赞美、效仿。
因为珍惜，所以在毫无预警的情况下匆匆失去时，难免不舍，难免落泪。
就好像现在，黑暗中平躺在床上，哼着Gone Too Soon的我一样。
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
i am waiting for my cake to bake
so i will tell you a story about a very rude taxi driver who caused me much fear and inconvenience. and also how i very unconvincingly threatened to make him pay for his actions.
ok. so i was heading to suntec last friday at about 1130 am from my gym, which is located at south bridge road, opposite the riverwalk. if you drive, or are familiar with the area, i'm sure u know the erp gantry there. that was where i stood trying to find a cab. i know that is against the rules, but i was rushing for time and trying my luck, and sure enough my luck was pretty good (or so i thought), and this blue cab stopped along the double yellow lines to pick me up.
me: "uncle, suntec, convention centre."
uncle: "ok."
after about 10 min, the cab arrived at suntec, stopping behind a line of cars along the road just outside balaclava. actually, uncle should've known well enough to let me alight at the taxi stand outside balaclava, but he didn't. so he got stuck in the queue.
i was running a little late, coz i was going to the PC show not for personal shopping pleasure, but on a job.
me: "uncle, can you let me alight here? (just before turning left into the small road that leads to the circus)"
uncle: (very curtly) "no."
ok. so maybe he was being a good law-abiding cabbie. i can accept that.
so he turned left into the small road. and he went past the taxi stand outside convention centre. ?!! why didn't he go in??
me: (worriedly) "uncle, can you let me alight at this bus stop. i'm rushing for time."
uncle: "no."
me: "why? the other cabs are stopping along the road too."
uncle: (impatiently) "i don't want to take the risk." (didn't you just break the rules by stopping along double yellow lines to pick me up?!)
me: "but i'm running late..."
uncle: "can't stop here." (continues driving along slowly, making no effort to help me save any time.)
me: (getting a little scared - where on earth is he driving me to??) "where are you going?"
uncle: "one of the towers."
me: "but that is so far away..."
i start to mumble his car plate number and name and stored those details in my handphone...in case he turned out to be a nutcase and held me hostage. fortunately, he finally stopped outside one of the towers, some distance away from the convention centre.
as i was frantically fishing out a note to pay him, uncle, having heard me take down his name and car plate number, questioned intimidatingly "so, what are you going to do?"
and that was when i blurted a super un-cool and childish and silly retort.
me: "what? i...i...uh...i will make sure all my friends don't take your cab ever!"
@%#^&@#$^*?!?!?!
Ms Lim, is that all you are capable of?! bleah. duh. ughz.
disturbed and in a frenzy, i hurried off that horrible cab and away from the frightful experience.
by the way, i don't think it is against the law to tell you his car plate number and name here rite? just wanna warn you, esp if you are a girl, to take special note if you ever run into him. SH 7377 (forgot the last letter), Roger Tan.
umm...i smell something nice. i think my cake's baked! :)
ok. so i was heading to suntec last friday at about 1130 am from my gym, which is located at south bridge road, opposite the riverwalk. if you drive, or are familiar with the area, i'm sure u know the erp gantry there. that was where i stood trying to find a cab. i know that is against the rules, but i was rushing for time and trying my luck, and sure enough my luck was pretty good (or so i thought), and this blue cab stopped along the double yellow lines to pick me up.
me: "uncle, suntec, convention centre."
uncle: "ok."
after about 10 min, the cab arrived at suntec, stopping behind a line of cars along the road just outside balaclava. actually, uncle should've known well enough to let me alight at the taxi stand outside balaclava, but he didn't. so he got stuck in the queue.
i was running a little late, coz i was going to the PC show not for personal shopping pleasure, but on a job.
me: "uncle, can you let me alight here? (just before turning left into the small road that leads to the circus)"
uncle: (very curtly) "no."
ok. so maybe he was being a good law-abiding cabbie. i can accept that.
so he turned left into the small road. and he went past the taxi stand outside convention centre. ?!! why didn't he go in??
me: (worriedly) "uncle, can you let me alight at this bus stop. i'm rushing for time."
uncle: "no."
me: "why? the other cabs are stopping along the road too."
uncle: (impatiently) "i don't want to take the risk." (didn't you just break the rules by stopping along double yellow lines to pick me up?!)
me: "but i'm running late..."
uncle: "can't stop here." (continues driving along slowly, making no effort to help me save any time.)
me: (getting a little scared - where on earth is he driving me to??) "where are you going?"
uncle: "one of the towers."
me: "but that is so far away..."
i start to mumble his car plate number and name and stored those details in my handphone...in case he turned out to be a nutcase and held me hostage. fortunately, he finally stopped outside one of the towers, some distance away from the convention centre.
as i was frantically fishing out a note to pay him, uncle, having heard me take down his name and car plate number, questioned intimidatingly "so, what are you going to do?"
and that was when i blurted a super un-cool and childish and silly retort.
me: "what? i...i...uh...i will make sure all my friends don't take your cab ever!"
@%#^&@#$^*?!?!?!
Ms Lim, is that all you are capable of?! bleah. duh. ughz.
disturbed and in a frenzy, i hurried off that horrible cab and away from the frightful experience.
by the way, i don't think it is against the law to tell you his car plate number and name here rite? just wanna warn you, esp if you are a girl, to take special note if you ever run into him. SH 7377 (forgot the last letter), Roger Tan.
umm...i smell something nice. i think my cake's baked! :)
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