what say me
Initially as a record of my student exchange life in Stockholm, Sweden. Now I want to appreciate the people in my life more and more each day and to be grateful for the things I have in life, big or small.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Mango for SALE
today, I was supposed to meet the petS for pool before heading to Brendon's place for a BBQ. but then, I decided that we should check out the Mango sale. And obviously, once you latch on to the sale, u're pretty much addicted. There, I rummaged away for clothes and tried on clothes in front of the clothes racks. totally mei you xing xiang! While pets looked on coolly...Thanks for looking after mi bags and giving me ur opinions while I scurried around rather madly. Hurhur.. I ended up buying a denim skirt for $49, a jacket for $62, 2 tops $7 and $9, and seriously, it doesn't feel like enough at all! was all a bit fast ay? say 2 hours and a half in mango? I'm going to head down again next week!
After shopping, we headed down to Brendon's house for BBQ and later on pets, quek and faith came over for soccer and attempted a game of mahjong.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
to someone special
Yesterday, someone bought me a pretty Christian Dior make-up kit for no occasion watsoever, simply because he thought it was pretty and that I'd like it.
Yesterday, someone also brought home the official world cup programme book so that I'd know who's who and who's been doing what when we watched soccer together.

Though I can be a little too cho lor, a little too hot-tempered, a little too scatter-brained and a little too lazy, someone loves me as I am.


HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DAD!
Yesterday, someone also brought home the official world cup programme book so that I'd know who's who and who's been doing what when we watched soccer together.

Though I can be a little too cho lor, a little too hot-tempered, a little too scatter-brained and a little too lazy, someone loves me as I am.


HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DAD!
Thanks for being the dad and the man of the house for the ekkies. =)
Thank you for loving me as you do and for teaching me when its due. For moulding me into the person I am today.
the guys? the football? the crowd?
someone asked me why do I watch football. do I watch it for the cute guys or for the football. Hmm.. I think I only watch world cup. and come to think of it, it's not really the cute guys or the football really. In 1998, I first started watching, cos the guy I liked was crazy over soccer, and I just wanted to accompany him over the phone at nights and see what he saw in it. But now, I'm doing it for myself. of course its great too, when the whole family watches together. BTW, my tele has HDMI!! its super clear! I guess it's just the whole experience. knowing who won who, who scored what, admiring the great goals and impressive saves. And most of all, it just makes one happy, happy when you see a stadium of whacko fans wearing ridiculous hats, sprouting outrageous hair-dos and covering themselves in body and face paint. Grown man behaving like little kids, doing little dances, cheering madly. Of course, the camera catches all the celebrations when a goal is scored for your team. We also laugh when coaches give the "COME ON" face when something bad is done to their teams. Everyone is just so protective over their own team and feel righteous or indignant for their own team.
But just now, I saw this boy crying after the Czech match, his face painted in red, blue and white. his daddy was beside him, talking softly to him. And I felt sad too. then the camera focused on another man with a red, blue and white mohawk and painted face sitting alone in the stands, staring into space. Emotions.. We're so easily affected by how others are feeling, even if we're half a globe away from one another. It's the intensity of emotions that draws me as an audience.
But just now, I saw this boy crying after the Czech match, his face painted in red, blue and white. his daddy was beside him, talking softly to him. And I felt sad too. then the camera focused on another man with a red, blue and white mohawk and painted face sitting alone in the stands, staring into space. Emotions.. We're so easily affected by how others are feeling, even if we're half a globe away from one another. It's the intensity of emotions that draws me as an audience.
I said something damn bimbo just now. I was supporting Ghana, and then during the penalty kick, which I thought was wrongfully given in the first place, the camera fell on a Czech boy with gilstening eyes and I suddenly say out loud, "okay, I don't want the penalty to go in, and I hope Czech scores, cos I don't want the boy to cry anymore. Please let them draw!" But that is ridiculous cos even if there can be draws now, eventually in the knockout stages, there are winners and losers and someone has to celebrate, and someone has to be disappointed.
On a side note, its great when I get to see beautiful footage of Germany too. Really loved the short time I spent there, and just feel the urge to visit again. I know.. I'm totally falling into the trap of tourism. What can I say? World cup is a great chance to publicise ur country.







