Zero Level Tolerance

it's not working!

Have I ever mentioned that I have no respect for people who are UP THERE but unbashfully pushes ALL and i really mean ALL work as well as responsibilities to others. I am F, U, C, K and I, N, G pissed off let me tell you. I have no qualms to blowing up soon. I hope what I did today would have a great outcome.

I know swearing and being vulgar is no good but sometimes i just need to get certain things out of my system especially when it's so late at night and i just am damn pissed off when people DO THINGS THAT TAUNTS ME TO SLAP THEM ACROSS THE FACE REAL HARD 360 TIMES!

*screams*

I have held my composure and delivered the fake smile for months. It's time I deserve better. I put my whole life in God's hands so please please please please take me away from evil people that provoke the really bad and violent side to emerge.

Ok now Quin, breathe breathe breathe....

It's weird that when I got such great news. I'm alone. I bought my own food, walked home in the drizzle, bought honey green tea with pearls and came home to an empty house. But yet, I'm happy because I have finally made my mark with the loads of money spent on torturing my brain cells and giving my countless heart attacks. Anyway, I'll be graduating with good ol' Miss Cheng Cheng thiscoming September... anyway wanna come?

Yay Yay!!!

Yay Yay Yay!!!!

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAYYYY!!!

THANK YOU GOD!!!! It is indeed true that with Him everything IS possible!
I'm so happy

yet, I'm a little lonely now. But I shall focus on the fact that I'M SO HAPPY!!!

Treasures in Heaven

19"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

22"The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light. 23But if your eyes are bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!

24"No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.

Do Not Worry

25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life^[a]?

28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

is seeeee pei pain!!!

you see, i have sort of never gotten an ulcer in the mouth before so having it on the tip of my tongue is excruciating! damn pain i tell you. ouch is too light a word to use. more than a week already somemore. how how how? because of that extra tiny growth, i am salivating non-stop to the point of drooling and and and and i've been speaking weirdly.

other than the pain on the tongue, the back of the throat hurts badly too. when i sneeze it feels like someone just deepthroat me with a huge ass piece of hot coal. wah lau can die lah. then sneeze sneeze sneeze like if for every sneeze i lose 1 kg i'll be damn hot now.

i hope i get well soon. being sick is no fun. boooohooooohooooooooooo

From the Wedding Singer - Love Stinks




From the Wedding Singer - Somebody Please Kill Me

With a programming genius as a boyfriend, you can do wonders if your mind is totally wired to share beauty with the rest of the world who are actually interested in some of the images, thoughts and randomness that's aching to ooze out of my brain whom (because its a whole entity by itself), is scientifically proven - the size of my fist. For a female fist, it's pretty large. I'm glad to know this fact because then it's less depressing knowing that I have a big brain therefore, I have less dainty hands or rather, palms.

So I'll get undainty hands down to business in creating what I think will be fun not only for me but for everyone when it's done. Phase 1 - Project Introduction. Target timelength - Probably 2 to 3 weeks.

I finally got down to heading to take the final driving test. I didn't even go down to book the test date myself. Neither did I pay for it myself. Neither have I opened my book which I bought 2 days ago. Woops. Thanks to Jia who paid to use the singaporetests thingy and sharing it with me I'm attempting the questions. I think I'll do just fine if these questions do actually come out.

It's not that I'm too busy or lazy to blog as of late. The missing blogging quin has to be forcefully grabbed from the blogging phase because my bloody laptop aka "potpal" is in the hospital where sick computers go to get well. Hewlett Packard to be exact.

Well, you see, I decided it was time for me to format it after almost a year of torturing it by adding so many information, photos, videos and blah blah blahs to its memory bank that it's gone a little bit bonkers. Icons were starting to go missing and it was loading really slowly. But because it runs on Microsoft Vista, when you first got the notebook a "recovery system disc" of sorts had to be burnt. Me being a smarty pants did it ALL by myself. Probably my fault or probably HP's fault for trusting people like me to be able to burn the disc all by ourselves with no problems whatsoever, the disc seems "siao" so my formatting went wrong and i had to call the helpdesk. I think they outsource their customer service helpdesk to probably India.

This is where my great communication skills had to come into play. It was darn difficult to understand the strong indian-english accent plus the different use of the english language that was being spoken to me and I'm sure my accent and english phrasing was foreign to the guy too. SO to make it simpler for both of us, i conformed. I spoke like a perfect english educated indian. the guy was really helpful and hp's service is great. I always had a really good impression of HP. After reading IWOZ, i had a better impression of them because Steve Wozniak loved them too. Then, my mum once told me the HP treated its staff really special as well. Think she read it somewhere cause I think I told her I'm pretty interested in working for HP. Anyways, a friend of mine told me her bf and a friend who are in PR actually commented that it's really difficult to work with HP because they are bitchasses. I guess then it'll be perfect for me if I do join HP in the future because I'll be a perfect bitchass! lol.

Well, Saturday's passed and it was a wonderfully nice day. Paul's less temperamental these days and he's looking better everytime I look at him. He's doing well in his new work environment and I'm glad he's liking it there. We had dinner at Esplanade and there was some fireworks that was being shot into the sky because of the National Day Parade '08 rehearsal. Pretty. I can't wait for the Singapore Fireworks Festival '08. We've got tickets for those so we'll definitely be going. I've got photos to share with whoever who comes by the blog but I'll have to wait for "potpal" so until then, just being wordy.

We spent hundred of dollars on books at borders just now and now while Paul reads one of it, I'm blogging here. When I'm done, we'll be rocking the night away on the Wii playing GUITAR HEROES III!!! Let me tell you the story on how I got it. I wanted it real bad the Wii version so when I saw it I was hysterically happy. But Paul did something or said something and made me sulked. I usually am very chilled but I REALLY WANTED IT MAN so I sulked because I just bought an electronic piano/ keyboards a few days before so Paul told me to wait until next month to get my Wii. But because HE made me sulked he got a little agitated and decided to buy it for me. lol. "Tahn tio!" I guess it's because he knew i really wanted it. It's not very often he spoils me so I'm darn happy about it - usually i'll get nagged. But whatever man. I'm SUPER HAPPY!

So now I'm going to rock out. Until the next time I blog. May all of you have a great weekend or what is left of it cause weekdays sucks.

Men are like laxatives. They irritate the shit out of you.

Saw that one some teenage girl's tee. Funny and eye-catching quote but a very ugly shirt.

Yes that's my brother alright. Koko krunch is looking hot now but back in the early days OH MAN!!! he wasn't ugly but he was a food monster. He ate so fast it was like he was inhaling instead of eating. While my drumstick still looked like i just started on my meal he would have almost finished with his 3 pieces kfc meal. While i was chewing on my first mouthful of siew mai he would have wiped the siew mai platter clean. I remembered my mother always telling him to eat slowly and then my father telling him to not choke and to swallow the vege. He hated vege. I hated him eating vege too. When he ate veg, he would look like he was going to puke his guts out and sometimes he makes those "i'm going to vomit" look accompanied with the sound. I cannot take it especially when I'm sitting next to him and trying to eat my meal.

He's also got this weird dress sense. He hates pants with zips and he hated collared shirts. He always had to tuck his shirt in and he wears his socks real high. Knee-length to be exact. One thing though, he always had cool shoes. Really cool shoes. I always wanted his shoes but my dad always bribed me in some way so i wouldn't buy the same shoes as my brother. I remembered once though, we all had the same pair of white sneakers. My dad, mum, bro and I liked this certain pair. I forgot what was the brand but it was sure nice and comfy. Back to koko krunch. Though I have described him as a very unattractive young man, don't be fooled because he sure had loads of fans. It was his personality and his motormouth. I remembered Auntie Terry once said, "Wah your brother ah, you know when he's awake cause he never stops talking until he goes to bed. Sometimes you can even hear him talking while he sleeps!" IT'S TRUE! And EVERYBODY LOVED SHIUNG! until this very day. He is a very well loved fellow.

Jolly good koko krunch used to fight with me and dug his grossly uncut fingernails into my flesh, whacked me and called me names. Of course I fought back. My brother is damn big by the way and he's really good in taekwondo so now it explains my ability to knock guys off their feet - i mean literally with my hands. I'm not trying to imply I'm some kinda chio bu lah. Anyways, he came to Singapore as an Asean Scholar when he was 15 and while I was 10 and that was the last time I ever got to irritate him or play with him or tag along with him day in day out everyday every minute. It was depressing not having my brother around. But slowly I got used to it and up to this day, we only see each other about a month or so in a year. When I came over to Singapore, he went to Melbourne to further his studies and he decided after achieving his dream of being an architect that he would like to stay on. So now, he's there, I'm here, we talk and make the same kinda jokes, irritate and worry our parents non-stop and though he's no longer a weirdo to me, I find it weird that he is damn vain and eats so much vege now.

Well, I guess I do miss him once in awhile but I'm super used to us living in different countries that once when he came back for a super long holiday I got super irritated because one thing has never changed. He cannot cannot cannot stop talking. Though his stories are interesting but sometimes the ear wax would just love to be left alone you know? lol.

I doubt he reads this blog but anyhooos, MISS YOU KOKO KRUNCH!

I'm smiling because I ate peanut butter biscuits. You know those where when we were younger we got to choose from those huge biscuit tins and then the uncle in his white singlet would scoop the biscuits into a big clear plastic bag, weigh them, tie the plastic bag up and then hand it to you while stretching his other hand out to take the money from your parents and then your mum would tell you "Go home then eat ah" and I always wondered why must go home then eat ah? Because when i reach home, they'll ask me to eat carefully and not drop the crumbs all over the floor. I had to sit still with the huge plate on my lap just to eat a few biscuits then I have no idea where the rest went. Probably my parents gave some to my brother. My brother's a real food monster... but that I'll leave for tonight to blog about. So while I ate those biscuits I always tried to eat them in as many ways as I could without dropping crumbs. I loved eating them out of the bag which wasn't very often unless it was my dad who took me to buy biscuits. My dad let me behave anyway I wanted to. My dad's strict in another sense but he's pretty relax when it comes to etiquette and manners. My mother's the behaviour mistress. So you see that's why I always get scolded. I'll explain my theory behind the scoldings another time too.

So when I got older and more hyper. I couldn't sit still to eat my biscuits and I'll be making so much noise my mother probably figured that it'll be a good idea for me to enjoy those delicacies at the porch. I remember sitting there humming, swinging my feet side to side and being very happy while I ate my biscuits. Sometimes, I would be running around licking the peanut buttered side of the biscuit and enjoying myself. Sometimes I would be playing with the biscuits and giving them names like Prisoner #1 and Prisoner #2 who were awaiting deathroll.

Anyways, I just had some because after more than half a year in my company I found those HUGE TINS OF BISCUITS IN THE PANTRY! I do not exactly go to the pantry very often. Maybe 5 times so far. So anyways, I went over to look for some food because I was darn hungry and then THERE WERE THOSE TINS OF BISCUITS! PEANUT BUTTER ONES! OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN!

I loved the taste of those peanut butter biscuits. They're the best! yum yum!

Looking at me as a third person, I see someone smiley and happy looking back at me with lots of ambition and drive in her eyes. That's who this person really is. She has a need to be somebody. Somebody with freedom and the support to create great things. Beautiful things. I also see someone who needs very much to be different from everyone else. No wonder she escapes from the norm. She believes in maintaining status quo with a twist to make it fit into today's society. She admires her family, friends and people she read about who have "arrived" in life in their own ways.

A successful person to her is not someone who is darn rich or holds a high and mighty position in an organisation but someone who does things with a heart and have no evil hidden agenda or used any evil in the course of reaching their goal. She is one who constantly evolves and isn't afraid to try new things. She learns from mistakes, life, observation, experience, people, magazines and google. She loves herself and is self confident. She doesn't have a need to be skinny and is confident about her body and looks but gets temporarily depressed and feel uneasy when insensitive remarks are made. She is very professional but parties like a rockstar when it's time to play.

She doesn't go crazy over things or people but is said to be sort of crazy in the sane kind of way. She has loads of acquaintances but only friends are held dear and near. She keeps in touch with those she care in various ways - through dropping them messages from time to time. She loves arts and craft and is a creative person but is left exhausted end of the day from her duties that she has not done those in awhile. Most of all, she loves God, Paul, her family, her friends, knowledge and FASHION! She is interested in people, the different cultures, languages, clothes, shoes, likes writing and is very curious. She speaks her mind and isn't afraid to fight with the boys.

She has been around for 26 years and is now responsible for taking on responsibilities that many shunned. Other than that, she is learning the other responsibilities of adulthood and is darn amazed at the amount of money and energy it sucks out of her.

I'm looking at the third-person who was me judging myself and I see her amused, happy and giving me the nod. She is saying that there is no need to worry and things will be great because God has great plans for you and has promised you a good future.

So now I'm publishing this post and skipping off for some quality time with Paul. Have a great weekend everyone!

At the moment, I'm very into moisturisers. But if I really think and remember correctly, I have always been a fan of moisturisers. It's interesting how versatile the word moisturiser actually is and the joy of knowing that there is always one for everything. Moisturiser.... nice....

RecaWerkz is pretty cool though their website is still undergoing development themselves.

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"Legend tells of a legendary warrior whose kung fu skills were the stuff of legend.It is said that his enemies would go blind from over-exposure to pure awesomeness! There is no charge for my awesomeness!" (Kung Fu Panda: 2008).

"The Sword of Heroes! Said to be so sharp you can get cut just by looking at - Ow!"