Taking a trip down memory lane, Things have changed,
For those who were born in the 70s and 80s...
1. You grew up watching MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk, and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony, Tom and Jerry and Smurfs too.
2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.
3. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.
4. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.
5. Buses used to be non-air conditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! When pressed. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine, which punches a hole in the ticket.
6. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who 'Vinny' the little vampire and Acai the constable.
7. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.
8. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50?
9. Strawberry ShortCake and Barbie Dolls fascinate Gals.
10. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.
11. You longed to buy titbits called Kaka (20cents per pack), and DingDang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipopis the diamond on the ring.
12. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five are probably the thickest storybooks you ever thought you have read.
13. KFC used to be a high-class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.
14. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.
15. Your English workbooks were made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.
16. Water bottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.
17. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court.
18. Teng-teng, five stones and zero point were allthe rage with the girls and boys too...
19. We wear BATA, or Pallas shoes.
20. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.
21. School dismissal time was normally around 1pm.
22. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almosteveryday.
23. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.
24. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.
25. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.
26. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.
27. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not",and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch. Friend like you, hard to forget".
28. Class monitors and prefects loved to say, "You talk some more, I write your name ah!"
29. There were at least 40 people in one class.
30. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.
31. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.
And those were the days.. we missed… isnt it?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
the merriment on march...
Merriment on this march 2010...
We shared almost everything,
We shared almost everything, everything that we can share, we shared. except for our undies.. :p
Happy Birthday BFF!! :)
Monday, March 22, 2010
Man
A genuine man was as unusual a phenomenon as a genuine woman.
For men, or so, in that moment however mysteriously, their beating hearts told them- were fathers, husbands and lovers who enjoyed behaving in a manly fashion. Men liked to act in a superior manner, bragging, sometimes even crowning with vanity: they were as ridiculous as roosters. Under their display, most of them madly melancholy and childish, now simple, now greedy, now dull and insensitive.
I loved man for genuinity, most resolute, just that and no more, the way a rock is a rock.
A man who is not trying to prove anything by raising his voice or rattling his hand, who does not crow, who asks no favour except those himself can grant, who does not look to women for either friendship or maternal comfort, who has no wish to hide in love's embrace or behind a women's skirts; a man who is only interested in buying or selling without hustling or greed, because every atom of his being, every nerve, every spark of his spirit and every muscle of his body, is devoted to the power that is life: that kind of man is indeed the rarest of creatures.
For there were mummy boys and men's soft hands, and there were loud and boastful men whose voice has grown croaky declamining their feelings to women, and they were vulgar, uncultured and panting kind of men- none as real.
There were the handsome, who cared less for women than for their own beauty and success. And there were the merciless, who stalked women as though they were enemies, their smiles sticky as honey, who carried knives beneath.
And then occasionally, just occasionally, there was just a man. So real, that you know he’s the one. The one in the millions, we call exception. So, what’s the chance to meet one?
For men, or so, in that moment however mysteriously, their beating hearts told them- were fathers, husbands and lovers who enjoyed behaving in a manly fashion. Men liked to act in a superior manner, bragging, sometimes even crowning with vanity: they were as ridiculous as roosters. Under their display, most of them madly melancholy and childish, now simple, now greedy, now dull and insensitive.
I loved man for genuinity, most resolute, just that and no more, the way a rock is a rock.
A man who is not trying to prove anything by raising his voice or rattling his hand, who does not crow, who asks no favour except those himself can grant, who does not look to women for either friendship or maternal comfort, who has no wish to hide in love's embrace or behind a women's skirts; a man who is only interested in buying or selling without hustling or greed, because every atom of his being, every nerve, every spark of his spirit and every muscle of his body, is devoted to the power that is life: that kind of man is indeed the rarest of creatures.
For there were mummy boys and men's soft hands, and there were loud and boastful men whose voice has grown croaky declamining their feelings to women, and they were vulgar, uncultured and panting kind of men- none as real.
There were the handsome, who cared less for women than for their own beauty and success. And there were the merciless, who stalked women as though they were enemies, their smiles sticky as honey, who carried knives beneath.
And then occasionally, just occasionally, there was just a man. So real, that you know he’s the one. The one in the millions, we call exception. So, what’s the chance to meet one?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
my gratitute..
You know the times when you’re young and you tumble and roll down the stairs,
scruff pass the edges of the glass tables while playing catch-the-thief or scald your tongue from the hot milo.
That were the time, mama would pick me up softly, whispering hush-hush to my ears, a kiss touched to my cheeks to comfort my misfortune.
I grew up with my grandparents up to my teen.
Frankly speaking, what they have done for me are far more noteworthy compared to my own parents.
I live with them, I grew up in their hands, they raised me. For this, I’m thankful.
Grandpa,
He always chauffeur me around, he has never been a tad late to pick me up from school. He waits for me patiently even sometimes I took my own sweet time, playing around in school knowing that he’s waiting. He wrote my homework just because I played the whole afternoon with neighbors. He always fulfill my wishes. Reward me when I’ve got good grades (or find reason just to dote on me). And when he have extra to spend, he spent on me. He protects me from all bullies, shoos away unnecessary acquaintances which came to me, he’s my shield, my shelter, my defend.
Mama,
She wakes up 3 times in the night to feed when I was a baby. I love sleeping in her arms feeling secured. I hold her hands on my chest when I go to bed.
she stands 4 hours every day outside my classroom, watching me the first full year I attended my nursery. Can you imagine granny actually attended 1 full year of nursery with me? She never leaves me. she keep her vision on me and only me. she never raised her voice or fluff up
scruff pass the edges of the glass tables while playing catch-the-thief or scald your tongue from the hot milo.
That were the time, mama would pick me up softly, whispering hush-hush to my ears, a kiss touched to my cheeks to comfort my misfortune.
I grew up with my grandparents up to my teen.
Frankly speaking, what they have done for me are far more noteworthy compared to my own parents.
I live with them, I grew up in their hands, they raised me. For this, I’m thankful.
Grandpa,
He always chauffeur me around, he has never been a tad late to pick me up from school. He waits for me patiently even sometimes I took my own sweet time, playing around in school knowing that he’s waiting. He wrote my homework just because I played the whole afternoon with neighbors. He always fulfill my wishes. Reward me when I’ve got good grades (or find reason just to dote on me). And when he have extra to spend, he spent on me. He protects me from all bullies, shoos away unnecessary acquaintances which came to me, he’s my shield, my shelter, my defend.
Mama,
She wakes up 3 times in the night to feed when I was a baby. I love sleeping in her arms feeling secured. I hold her hands on my chest when I go to bed.
she stands 4 hours every day outside my classroom, watching me the first full year I attended my nursery. Can you imagine granny actually attended 1 full year of nursery with me? She never leaves me. she keep her vision on me and only me. she never raised her voice or fluff up
when I'd behaved mischievous and done outrageous. she gives ample care. she valued my happiness more than hers.
There’s more over years and what I’ve mentioned here are just a small speck.
For all that grandpa and granny have done for me. I am thankful. Thankful for the privilege to have you both in my life.
There’s more over years and what I’ve mentioned here are just a small speck.
For all that grandpa and granny have done for me. I am thankful. Thankful for the privilege to have you both in my life.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
i thought of that 3 minutes we shared...
Affection grown up in him for her and this affection is reciprocated,
Affection may not be love, they know well it isn’t love that they're exchanging.
However, they remain as two strangers despite the frequency they met.
Yet again, the affinity between them cannot be denied for the unspoken intimacy they shared went far beyond words.
it is eccentric to have met a particular stranger over the past years, at different time, different places.
Affection may not be love, they know well it isn’t love that they're exchanging.
However, they remain as two strangers despite the frequency they met.
Yet again, the affinity between them cannot be denied for the unspoken intimacy they shared went far beyond words.
it is eccentric to have met a particular stranger over the past years, at different time, different places.
A woozy Monday for me…:(
Saturday, March 13, 2010
i hearts strangers.
read about this blog few days ago when i was blog hoping, in random i found this!
pretty awesome blog, the guy takes pictures of strangers he meets and writes a lil something about them. anddd...... he has shot and writeen about 500plus peoples.....
Monday, March 8, 2010
the first virgin perm
if there's anything that i missed this morning, it'll be my lovely perm. :) i took up 101% of courage, 102% of guts to do this...
my heartfelt..
Realized, I’ve been in a league of my own for almost a year, and frankly I’m enjoying every bits of it up till now.
Now, I am mainly consumed with work, school, being professional with what I do, do just what I feel like to do, living up but not sucking up to others.
as I always self-proclaim to be someone independent,
but deep down, I always wish there’s someone trustworthy for me to depend on.
Past experiences forced me to grow up. I learnt, to safeguard myself I shouldn’t give trust to one easily.
Speaking of which, for the past years I cared for others more than myself.
I abandoned my dreams, my compassion, my affection, and even my core essence sometimes, with just the hope that others could reach theirs.
For last years, I got beatings (emotionally) more than I could takes and that certainly didn’t feel good.
I am the simplest person to pleased. And the first person i will attempt to please this year would be myself.
I staled being nice to others.
I really really would like to take a break.
Now, I am mainly consumed with work, school, being professional with what I do, do just what I feel like to do, living up but not sucking up to others.
as I always self-proclaim to be someone independent,
but deep down, I always wish there’s someone trustworthy for me to depend on.
Past experiences forced me to grow up. I learnt, to safeguard myself I shouldn’t give trust to one easily.
Speaking of which, for the past years I cared for others more than myself.
I abandoned my dreams, my compassion, my affection, and even my core essence sometimes, with just the hope that others could reach theirs.
For last years, I got beatings (emotionally) more than I could takes and that certainly didn’t feel good.
I am the simplest person to pleased. And the first person i will attempt to please this year would be myself.
I staled being nice to others.
I really really would like to take a break.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
adore.. adore..
adore 1 : love this limited ed from Gucci - the joy tote.. 
adore 2 : i almost buy this during this cny, unfortunately, last pc sold old at raffles city outlet. :("simple is pleasure"
cast your votes! Adore no.1 or 2?! LOL
Monday, March 1, 2010
happy birthday..
says... Happy Birthday...:) celebrating birthday at Macdonald's!! wad a childhood recollect.. :)
PS: did ya guys realised i had "M" hat ? how comical. lol
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