♥ DOUBLE TWO SINGLE SIX !
. Rigorous & Righteousness
. Rigorous & Righteousness
♥ Thursday, August 30, 2007
ahahas . everybody, my JIE's hosting a boardcast online . http://203.117.175.102:8888 . this is the web for it . ahahas . it is fun . now seang and me inside dedicating songs for each other . lol . damn fun . join in the fun when you all are free okay .
dear, i dedicated a song for you just now . ahahas . it is "would you be there" .
message to you is : dearest, i know you are not listening to this boardcast . but i want you to know that i miss you loads . hope to see you soon .
dear, i dedicated a song for you just now . ahahas . it is "would you be there" .
message to you is : dearest, i know you are not listening to this boardcast . but i want you to know that i miss you loads . hope to see you soon .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥
seang, everything will be fine . don't think so much okay . you're great and you're nice . she is blind to push all your loves aside . we'll always be with you okay . Blood Brothers Company . anyway, meet us soon okay . drink, drank, drunk . lol . 
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥
There's So many Things,
Running Through My Mind.
I Try To Play Them,
Just One At A Time.
When I Do,
Its Just So Screwed.
I Just Cant Stop,
Thinking About You.
All Those Times,
That We Had.
And All Those Times,
That You Were Mad.
Even When We,
Were Both Sad.
We Did Everything Together,
So It Wasn't So Bad.
Life Without You,
Would Really Make Me Cry.
So Many Reasons,
Would Make Me Ask "Why,Why,Why."
It Seems To Be,
The Only thing On My Mind.
Every Time Your Not With Me,
It's As If I'm Blind.
My Love For You,
Will Always be True.
Everything That Happens,
It Always Ends With You.
Running Through My Mind.
I Try To Play Them,
Just One At A Time.
When I Do,
Its Just So Screwed.
I Just Cant Stop,
Thinking About You.
All Those Times,
That We Had.
And All Those Times,
That You Were Mad.
Even When We,
Were Both Sad.
We Did Everything Together,
So It Wasn't So Bad.
Life Without You,
Would Really Make Me Cry.
So Many Reasons,
Would Make Me Ask "Why,Why,Why."
It Seems To Be,
The Only thing On My Mind.
Every Time Your Not With Me,
It's As If I'm Blind.
My Love For You,
Will Always be True.
Everything That Happens,
It Always Ends With You.
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥
If I could catch a rainbow
i would do it for you
and share with you its beauty
on the days when you are blue
if i could catch a falling star
i would let you make a wish
i would give my all to you
no...i would never be selfish
if i could catch a snowflake
or a little drop of rain
i would let you wear it by your heart
on a gold or silver chain
if i could catch time
i would slow it down for you and i
so we can lay and enjoy it
instead of it just rushing by
if you would fall in love with me
i would catch you in my heart
i would keep you there all locked up
so we would never part .
i would do it for you
and share with you its beauty
on the days when you are blue
if i could catch a falling star
i would let you make a wish
i would give my all to you
no...i would never be selfish
if i could catch a snowflake
or a little drop of rain
i would let you wear it by your heart
on a gold or silver chain
if i could catch time
i would slow it down for you and i
so we can lay and enjoy it
instead of it just rushing by
if you would fall in love with me
i would catch you in my heart
i would keep you there all locked up
so we would never part .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥
It was autumn again. Sucking in the warm morning breeze, Mary smiled as she stretched her arms wide, as though embracing the beauty of nature. Jumping up and down in glee, she swirled around in the garden, with her long silky jet-black hair dancing behind her. By anyone’s standards, she was beautiful. Her cherry lips often gave way to smiles and laughter and her eyes a beautiful shade of blue.
She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.
Moaning miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. “Are you mute! Can’t you even say sorry!” Mary cried out in frustration and stomped off. The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.
The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.
“You again” she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Mary stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few hours passed.
“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John…” She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a beautiful friendship was already blossoming.
Day after day, Mary would look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down, John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise.
Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and snorted furiously like demented bulls.
“Leave John alone! He’s better off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!” One of them boomed. Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. “That’s what you get for betraying us,” they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.
“John!” Mary cried out, lifting him up and hugging him tightly. Examining his face carefully, she realised that like those burly men, he was filthy and smelly, but unlike them, he had the kindest and most beautiful eyes ever. She had come to love this man for who he was. It was a love that needed no words. Garnering the last ounce of strength in him, he took out the white handkerchief he always carried and held it out to her. She received the handkerchief with trembling hands. Inhaling sharply, she let Niagara Falls come.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me no matter what happens” She whispered. With quivering hands, he took out a scrap of paper and pen. “I’ll always be with you” He assured her. “I swear”. Smiling, she held out her last finger in which he hooked against his and they hugged.
Although belonging to different worlds, one a law graduate from Harvard and the other from the underworld, they never mentioned about their difference in status. Instead, their love only grew stronger after that fateful incident.
One day, Mary was on her way to the garden when a gush of fluid was flung at her face. Instantly, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes and the flash of light was soaked up by the spreading dark patches before her eyes. Her ear splitting screaming reverberated to John’s ears as he sallied forward towards the sound, only to see Mary already unconscious on the ground, and he knew it was the work of the two burly men.
Mary was rushed to the hospital forthwith but it was too late. She was to lose her sight. Her family was devastated and wailed in pain and anguish. Guilt-ridden to have caused misfortune to befall Mary and her family, John made up his mind. He knew what he had to do.
Packing the essentials, he decided to leave and quitted his job as a sweeper in the garden. Looking at the blissful pictures of Mary and himself, he sighed and threw them away.
“Mary! Can you see me?” Aunts jostled towards the weary girl and waved before her. The image she saw was a blur and she felt groggy. However, it was a great blessing that Mary had regained her sight. Looking into the mirror, she was startled to find that her eyes looked somewhat different. They were the same shade of blue, but now they exuberated great warmth and compassion.
Unfortunately, Mary soon realised that John had left her and was devastated. She bawled her heart out and pinned for him day and night. Thinking back on the promise he made to her, she hated him all the more.
One day, she decided to visit their place of paradise to relieve their happy days together. She walked to the tree where she used to pour out her unhappiness and leaned close to the trunk and touched its rough surface filled with happy faces. She wept uncontrollably as she ran her fingers down the trunk. Unexpectedly, she saw the words ‘I’ll be with you’ engraved on the foot of the tree trunk. Glimmers of hope began to light the darkness as she looked earnestly around, but what she saw left her dumbfounded.
On the bench sat a man with a pair of sunglasses and a walking stick. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely and fished out a white handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the perspiration. Coincidentally, a photo fell out from the pocket as well. With manifold feelings, Mary picked up the photo and looked at herself in the picture and was shocked. The man groped his back pocket for the photo and became flustered when it was no longer there. Slowly, Mary walked over and placed the photo in the man’s hands. It was only then that she tasted the warm salty wetness of her own tears and realised how hard she was crying.
The man bowed in gratitude and flashed his yellowish teeth which glistened in the morning sun.
“I’ll always be with you… “
Looking at the man who loved her so deeply, she smiled. Touching her eyes which were once his, tears streaked down her cheeks. His eyes brimming with her tears.
She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.
Moaning miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. “Are you mute! Can’t you even say sorry!” Mary cried out in frustration and stomped off. The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.
The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.
“You again” she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Mary stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few hours passed.
“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John…” She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a beautiful friendship was already blossoming.
Day after day, Mary would look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down, John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise.
Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and snorted furiously like demented bulls.
“Leave John alone! He’s better off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!” One of them boomed. Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. “That’s what you get for betraying us,” they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.
“John!” Mary cried out, lifting him up and hugging him tightly. Examining his face carefully, she realised that like those burly men, he was filthy and smelly, but unlike them, he had the kindest and most beautiful eyes ever. She had come to love this man for who he was. It was a love that needed no words. Garnering the last ounce of strength in him, he took out the white handkerchief he always carried and held it out to her. She received the handkerchief with trembling hands. Inhaling sharply, she let Niagara Falls come.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me no matter what happens” She whispered. With quivering hands, he took out a scrap of paper and pen. “I’ll always be with you” He assured her. “I swear”. Smiling, she held out her last finger in which he hooked against his and they hugged.
Although belonging to different worlds, one a law graduate from Harvard and the other from the underworld, they never mentioned about their difference in status. Instead, their love only grew stronger after that fateful incident.
One day, Mary was on her way to the garden when a gush of fluid was flung at her face. Instantly, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes and the flash of light was soaked up by the spreading dark patches before her eyes. Her ear splitting screaming reverberated to John’s ears as he sallied forward towards the sound, only to see Mary already unconscious on the ground, and he knew it was the work of the two burly men.
Mary was rushed to the hospital forthwith but it was too late. She was to lose her sight. Her family was devastated and wailed in pain and anguish. Guilt-ridden to have caused misfortune to befall Mary and her family, John made up his mind. He knew what he had to do.
Packing the essentials, he decided to leave and quitted his job as a sweeper in the garden. Looking at the blissful pictures of Mary and himself, he sighed and threw them away.
“Mary! Can you see me?” Aunts jostled towards the weary girl and waved before her. The image she saw was a blur and she felt groggy. However, it was a great blessing that Mary had regained her sight. Looking into the mirror, she was startled to find that her eyes looked somewhat different. They were the same shade of blue, but now they exuberated great warmth and compassion.
Unfortunately, Mary soon realised that John had left her and was devastated. She bawled her heart out and pinned for him day and night. Thinking back on the promise he made to her, she hated him all the more.
One day, she decided to visit their place of paradise to relieve their happy days together. She walked to the tree where she used to pour out her unhappiness and leaned close to the trunk and touched its rough surface filled with happy faces. She wept uncontrollably as she ran her fingers down the trunk. Unexpectedly, she saw the words ‘I’ll be with you’ engraved on the foot of the tree trunk. Glimmers of hope began to light the darkness as she looked earnestly around, but what she saw left her dumbfounded.
On the bench sat a man with a pair of sunglasses and a walking stick. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely and fished out a white handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the perspiration. Coincidentally, a photo fell out from the pocket as well. With manifold feelings, Mary picked up the photo and looked at herself in the picture and was shocked. The man groped his back pocket for the photo and became flustered when it was no longer there. Slowly, Mary walked over and placed the photo in the man’s hands. It was only then that she tasted the warm salty wetness of her own tears and realised how hard she was crying.
The man bowed in gratitude and flashed his yellowish teeth which glistened in the morning sun.
“I’ll always be with you… “
Looking at the man who loved her so deeply, she smiled. Touching her eyes which were once his, tears streaked down her cheeks. His eyes brimming with her tears.
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Wednesday, August 29, 2007
i am bored at home . can someone just ask me out ? i want go shopping . lol . -.-
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Saturday, August 25, 2007
meet up with dear just now at Yishun NorthPoint . cab down Yishun, cause i dun feel like taking bus . ahahas . and i want to spend more time with dear . lol . seang accompanied me along . ahahas . was crapping all the while . and dear was chit chatting with her friends . quite sians la . cause i thought i can accompany her more than what i think . who knows . lol . but i dun blame her . cause she is my only love . ahahas . and somehow, she said i gave her attitude la . not my fault . seriously, i admit that i was a little bit bu shuang la . cause she asked me down and then she chit chat with her friends . lol . if i were to sit with them, abit lame liao lor . i dun even know her friends . luckily got seang, if not i will be bored to death . lol . after that, when i know she was angry with me, we sitted down to talk out everything, which i think best of the day . lol . cause i have not been talking to dear liddat since dunno when la . but at least i know she cares, and i care too dear . things went out fine after the talk, and i was like super duper happy la . ahahas . cab her down ah ma house with seang . after that, seang and me waited for yongli to come and fetch us down hougang green . lol . drink and eat my dinner there . derek and yien were there too . ahahas . billard-ing a few rounds and home sweet home .
dearest darling . i wasn't mean to show you attitude la . but if you were in my shoes, you'll get to know my feeling alright . anyway, i still love you so much la . misses, loves and kisses . oh ya, one thing i want to tell you is I HATE YOUR TOUGUE PIERCING !!! it's abit uncomfortable, you know you know . ahahas . get that stud out okay . i hate it to the core . !!!!!!!!!! loveyou .
dearest darling . i wasn't mean to show you attitude la . but if you were in my shoes, you'll get to know my feeling alright . anyway, i still love you so much la . misses, loves and kisses . oh ya, one thing i want to tell you is I HATE YOUR TOUGUE PIERCING !!! it's abit uncomfortable, you know you know . ahahas . get that stud out okay . i hate it to the core . !!!!!!!!!! loveyou .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Thursday, August 23, 2007
chee seang, blood of mine . ahahas . had a nice time with you inside audition huh . i am just a noob, yet you bully me . lol . luckily still got win 2 rounds, if not i can go die liao la . ahahas . and and and, just now got 2 rounds, actually i should win one . but my stupid father talk to me and i press wrongly la . ahahas . give you chance la . lol . anyway, had an anjoyable night at hougang green and lionel house mahjong session . great la .
to yien (big winner) : ahahas . win liao, don't xialan . lol . i also won okay . but a little bit la . ahahas . poor lionel and seangseang . ahahas . see all of you soon . blood of mine .
iloveakinailoveshimadailoveyou . muacks .
to yien (big winner) : ahahas . win liao, don't xialan . lol . i also won okay . but a little bit la . ahahas . poor lionel and seangseang . ahahas . see all of you soon . blood of mine .
iloveakinailoveshimadailoveyou . muacks .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Tuesday, August 21, 2007
watched 881 for the second time already . it's a nice and touching movie . and it is really nice okay . ahahas . the songs they sang and the language they use, damn power . laugh till buay tahan . yupp, maybe i will be going to watch for the third time, lol . with my family maybe, cause i told my mum, then she seems to be interested . ahahas . and friends, if you haven watch this movie, faster go okay, it's really nice . ahahas . 881, yo ah yo !!! lol .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Sunday, August 19, 2007
i love akina shimada forever .
i promise to love her wholeheartedly .
iloveyou . iloveyou . iloveyou . dear .........
i promise to love her wholeheartedly .
iloveyou . iloveyou . iloveyou . dear .........
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Thursday, August 16, 2007
HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY BLOOD . ahahas .
SEAH YI EN . lol . take care blood .
SEAH YI EN . lol . take care blood .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Saturday, August 11, 2007
tired tired . haven sleep for 1day plus already . sians . chiong yesterday night till morning, then go home bathe and rest awhile . 10plus in the morning today, went to havelock road temple to do my thing . yupp . after that, came amk slacked . about 5pm, ahahas, lion dance . lol . tomorrow i have to work again, think awhile only ba . ahahas . take care everybody .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Wednesday, August 08, 2007
this is the photo with my BLOOD, Masam . ahahas . he insisted to have his photo in my blog . lol . nevermind la, that makes me more handsome . ahahas . just kidding bro . lol . i know you will read my blog everyday . ahahas . sounds gay .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Tuesday, August 07, 2007
today went to work with derek . blood container brothers . ahahas . woke up around 10am in the morning, cause derek went to school first . so we started working around 1pm . yupp . was slacking slacking slacking, till dear sms me suddenly, say she want to meet me for movie . so i chiong chiong chiong all the way, till 6plus with derek . cab home quickly, bathe and changed, rushed down to flag cab, den chiong all the way down causeway . dear had the tickets eariler, and she waited for me there for very long . i'm sorry dear, muacks . iloveher so much la . ahahas . luckily, the movie haven start when we found our seats . watched the movie, Alone . not really scary la, but the sound effects make me shock dao a few times . damn malu la, dear wasn't that afraid than me . lol . cab her home after movie then went home lor . ate dinner that mummy left for me . watched tv till now . after this post, i am going to watch the dvds i bought today . ahahas . take care everyone .
i love you my sweetheart . akinashimada . muacks .
i love you my sweetheart . akinashimada . muacks .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Monday, August 06, 2007
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hello everybody . ahahas . let me start from saturday . hmmm, actually wanted to meet dear for movie, but she is not feeling well, so never meet dao her lor . and we had a mini BBQ at macperson road with my bloods . ahahas . so meet yien and masam in the morning to buy the foods . after that, they accompanied me go J&JAS for a haircut . yupp . after that, went to the nearby Fairprice to continue our shopping . ahahas . prepared everything at yien house and i think almost all the things were prepared by her . ahahas . we were busying playing CS in the room . ahahas . after that, peggy came to meet us . cab down, meet yongli and vincent . had a nice and fun day with them . ahahas . we will be organising more and more gathering sessions . ahahas .
and for today . went lion dance for the whole day . tired and shag . nothing to mention also . ahahas . tomorrow, i will be working with derek . the container brothers are back . ahahas . okay, shall stop here . take care everyone . nights .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
♥ Friday, August 03, 2007
MY COMPUTER IS BACK TO NORMAL .
ahahas . great thanks to Yien and Masam . lol . really thanks huh . though i was quite angry when you all disturb my sweet sleep, but it is worth it . lol . and i know MASAM will read my blog everyday . ahahas . thank you .
THE CONTAINER BROTHERS ARE BACK .
going for work at Chai Chee later with derek . it has been a long time since we went there . ahahas . quite excited actually . i dunno why, i know derek is excited too . lol . not going to sleep liao la . tired but i know, once i fall asleep, it will be hard for me to wake up for work . ahahas . so CHIONG ah !!! lol .
TO ALL BROTHERS AND THE ONLY SISTER !!!
we'll be holding a BBQ session at Macperson Road this coming saturday evening . plese make yourself free that day as we are going to have some fun . lol . feel free to contact me if you all have any enquires for the coming event . lol . thank you .
to my only sweetheart dear .
i miss you lots and lots . i wana meet you !!!
okay, shall sms you later . muacks .
i love you deeply .
ahahas . great thanks to Yien and Masam . lol . really thanks huh . though i was quite angry when you all disturb my sweet sleep, but it is worth it . lol . and i know MASAM will read my blog everyday . ahahas . thank you .
THE CONTAINER BROTHERS ARE BACK .
going for work at Chai Chee later with derek . it has been a long time since we went there . ahahas . quite excited actually . i dunno why, i know derek is excited too . lol . not going to sleep liao la . tired but i know, once i fall asleep, it will be hard for me to wake up for work . ahahas . so CHIONG ah !!! lol .
TO ALL BROTHERS AND THE ONLY SISTER !!!
we'll be holding a BBQ session at Macperson Road this coming saturday evening . plese make yourself free that day as we are going to have some fun . lol . feel free to contact me if you all have any enquires for the coming event . lol . thank you .
to my only sweetheart dear .
i miss you lots and lots . i wana meet you !!!
okay, shall sms you later . muacks .
i love you deeply .
With Respect ,
@ THREE EIGHT ²¹>
