Physics Tuition~

Yesterdays Physics tuition was a HORROR.

Sir started teaching Electrostatics. Dunno because the chapter damn confusing or because we are not in the mood, everyone seems to be restless. (Or is it just me...?)

Anyway, not even halfway through the tuition and I was already kind of dozing off. My eyelids were heavy, I kept yawning, my eyesight blurred...I kept glancing at my watch and told Yin Ting things like: "Still got 3 hours!!!", "Ugh....2 hours and 50 minutes left.." or something like that. Poor Yin Ting...

Well, fortunately, after slapping myself, I became awake again. The bad thing--I became too energetic...

So, for the second half of the tuition = Squirming in my seat, daydreaming, look at everywhere, talking etc.

But the worst was for the last half hour.

I became crazy at that point. Yup. CRAZY.

Sir would say things like: "So here, because of the Gaussian blah blah, I am going to use this method. Okay?" And I would be making weird replies (discreetly of course): "No....Cannot....Nya..." Or something like that.

Yup. My brain is officially FRIED.

And my weirdness also includes uncontrollable laughter. I dunno why, but the smallest thing made me laugh so much my stomach hurts. I can't control it. I just could not stop laughing. Uak...Felt like I was high on something. (But definitely not because of Miao sitting beside me...>_<)

Poor Jia Wei and Zhee Shin, they kept looking back to see what was the matter with me..I suppose by the end of the tuition, all of us wasn't really paying attention anymore...Haha.

Therefore-->I was KISIAO-ing, Yi Wen and Yin Ting are helping me not Kisiao, Zhen Jee and the rest are blur and kept observing why and how I Kisiao...O_O

Well, I blame it on the fact that I was blurred from the stupid Electric Potential and Work Done...Stupid Electrostatics...

In the end, I was making weird noises like cooing sounds and syllables like: "La~Lalalala~~!!" and "Nyah...Nya~!!" or something like that.

My 3rd wife asked: "Hsieh Yie! What's wrong?"

Guess what I did--> Smiles at her..."Nyah~!!" =_="

Finally, sir said: "It looks like all of you are exhausted. Let's stop early today."

It was quite a shock. Sir NEVER gave us back early. It was either late or on time.

Therefore, to sum it up, our restless behavior has caused three things:

1.Sir was quite patient with us today.
2.Sir actually gave us a BREAK!!
3.Sir noticed how exhausted, blur, confused and tired we were when he was teaching bout what E=dV/dx that he stopped the teaching for next time and let us do a bit of exercise first.
4.We were released EARLY!

To tell the truth, not only was we drained, I felt that Sir was drained too...Again, stupid Electrostatics!!

HAIZ. I hope I will be normal this coming Tuesday for the extra Physics tuition...Or else...

NYAH~!!! ORZ

Mixed Feelings....

Hello~It's been a long time since I updated...Since my third wife asked me, so here I am, updating my blog...(See...I am such a GOOD 'husband'...)

Anyway...Recently I do have a few things to write...How to say..Let's just say there are a few lessons learned and a few feelings put aside. First and foremost, about my dear, dear cat. Ah Miao seems to be having some problems with her stomach and was admitted to USM. After being discharged her pain started again and was again sent back in. After the doctors tried without success to stop her painkiller(as the pain came back) Miao's mum decided to send her to KL hospital for treatment. So, now she's in KL...

Of course, without her, the class is extremely quiet...Which proves that I aint the one who is noisy...But as Kok Yong so adequately puts it, we are like catalysts to each other for a reaction to occur. Without the other, we cannot fully undergo the weird chemical reaction which induces us to become noisy. Also, as mushy as this sounds, all of us really miss her as we don't have the person to kenak together..(Haha...Jz kidding...)

Oh~All of us also prepared a welcoming back gift for her~But for now, what it is remains a secret..But I am certain it would make her want to laugh and cry at the same time~Therefore: GET WELL SOON, MIAO~!! WE ARE ROOTING FOR YOU~!! (P/S: You must recover faster and come back or else you might find that you have a stack of homework higher than the himalayas waiting for you... Ms. Lee has been weirdly EFFICIENT recently which makes it a pain in the a** for us...>_<)

Also, a good news to say is that our class T2 teacher is becoming more and more pretty each day~(O_<) She is actually quite pretty as she has a slim and petite figure, long flowing and silky black hair, a nice smile, and a lovely lovely blush to top it off. But she always dresses too old for her age with the so called 'AUNTY' style clothes. But recently there has been a dramatic change and she starts wearing more tight fitting and suitable and modern dresses and blouses and skirts. This excites us to no end. Now we are trying to convince her to change her shoes to high heels...I wonder if we will succeed? (We have been praising her to no end and we find that she seems quite happy, hence the effort put in to dress herself) (Another theory is that she is seeing someone...{Inner thought: FINALLY!!})

Now starts the EMO section of this post....Avoid it if you don't want EMO...>_<

Another sad thing. I realize that relationships are the weirdest thing ever. You need them, yet you are troubled by them. Sometimes one loses faith throughout the way. Sometimes they emerge triumphant and they are more bonded than ever. Sometimes it seems as you are treading on a thin sheet of glass and you don't know when you will fall. Sometimes you want it to happen but it just won't. Sometimes you don't even know why you still continue on. Sometimes you know you want to continue but weirdly can't find the will in your heart to do so. Sometimes it turns awkward. Sometimes you get hurt. Sometimes your efforts are futile. There are a lot of sometimes...But what matters most is what happens when you encounter the 'sometimes'. Will you leave? Will you give up? Or will you fight? Will you have hope? Will you go on even when you know it's futile?

This doesn't just apply to romances. But also friendships, family, life....

It hurts as you know that you will never become how you were before. You understand that the most important person in your friend's opinion will never be you. Even though she repeatedly tries to convince you that you are a friend she doesn't want to lose. Yet you know, as you understand. Because you know her long enough to read between the lines and her words and her expressions. Yet sometimes you don't want to see it. Cuz you know that you are the only one who understands, and she does not repay the same consideration. Yet she doesn't want to lose you due to her whims or memories or longing...whichever I am uncertain. But the part where you are certain is that she cherishes this friendship, and so do you. So you choose to tolerate. You remain silent. You seek comfort in other friend's arms. As you know that you too, cherish that friendship, maybe even more than she does. And you will be the kind of friend she needs you to be. Because you care well enough to disguise the hurt that was inflicted upon you. And for that, my friend, you are well cherished. At least, to you, there will always be friends unlike her. Even when other friends say: "You know, the only thing which I see that she has done for you is make you cry!" You choose to answer with a smile. Because that's who you are.

Yet, I know you are losing hope. You honestly don't know why you still remain friends with her. She always says just how bad her mood is but it turned good after her other friends call her or message her. She tells you how your actions hurt her and you feel guilty. Yet, she doesn't know you are hurt too by her saying this. It seems to you that the way she puts it, you never make her happy. Only other best friends will. So, you are wondering about the meaning of this friendship. Recently, when she tells you such things, or you hear about it from others, all you do is smile. Somehow, the pain and the sadness had slipped away. And you seem cold hearted to such stuff. You wonder if you no longer care as much.

Sometimes, friendship is a lot harder than love. In love, if you know you don't care anymore, the best way for both is to end it. You can end it if you wish to. Yet, in friendship, it's a lot more complicated. You know you don't care as much, that you cannot become best friends with her anymore, but still, you wish to continue as mere friends. There are no arguments, no dislike, so you cannot sever ties with one another. Yet there is no bonding anymore either. Somehow, it seems that you are exhausted and tired. So please, just take a breather, and somehow, just somehow, things might just turn out okay.

This is for you, the one who has tolerated for so long. My words are your words, my lines are your lines. And my writing for you is the same as you writing to let out your frustrations.

End EMO.

Well, now that was let out of my chest. We proceed. Recently in class, due to lack of paying attention and mindless, stupid teenage hormones giving encouragement, me and chiahui decide to play a game of "Who cries first." Therefore, I asked Khang Siang to help me in my quest in search of sadness. (Stupid isn't it??!!) After a few attempts, I feel down, but not enough to make me cry. Then he said: "There is something else...But I don't want say it lar...Too bad dy.." But the stupid stupid me kept asking him to try, saying I won't mind. And so, he really started. He criticized my looks, my body size....etc. The last straw came when I asked him: "So, because I am fat so you don't like me ler lar??" And he looked me in the eyes and with a disgusted look and tone, said : "You know...I really got a bit feel hate(disgusted) with you." And it hurts like hell and I really started to cry.

Of course, it was a game and I knew that and after a few tears, I managed to control myself and began laughing. Those who really thought I was crying became confused but after some explaining, they all wanted to hit me..O_O...But...I found out that it is a really stupid game as I really feel sad after...Good thing is, my cheery attitude kicked in and after getting over it, I became the same insane me again...=_="

However, I feel the real victim of this game was Mr. Tan as he felt so guilty and kept hugging me and sitting beside me and tugging my arm and apologizing to me to make me feel better. He was very very sorry and kept asking me not to believe those things he said. After maybe near the twentieth time which I reassured him I was okay only did he became normal back~

Haha~So sorry ya, Siang~!! I also love you very much as a friend lar..And din sad or mecok lar~Don't worry lar~*WINKS*

BUT!! For others: Don't play such stupid games as it is really stupid and harms the mental and physical health...>_<>

Private Post: Don't Like, Don't Read!

I saw this post on Fanfiction.net, a site I usually go. It touched me, and I decided to post it here. If you are one of those who have qualms about such things, please refrain from reading this post. It is merely an account of my belief.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it. :
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

My name is sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm sradishing to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I sradish to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list below!

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss
And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mummy listen to me if you would
I wanted to go to college
I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with daddy
On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married
I wanted to have a kid
I wanted to be an actress
Mummy I wanted to live
But mummy I must go now
The time is getting late
Mummy tell my Chris
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you mummy I always have
I know you know it's true
Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost
Please if you would
Pass this around
I'd be happy if you could
Don't smash this on the ground
If you pass this on
Maybe people will cry
Just keep this in heart
For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

Now you have two choices
1) repost and show you care
2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart
(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)

This post doesn't belong to me, it is merely what my temporary selfishness to convey my thoughts which spurred me copy it and repost it here. If such an action offends any original creator of this post, they are free to contact me via email to ask me to take it down.Email:janlee_cori@hotmail.com

To any offends, my sincerest apologies.

OH~!Finally I am updating my blog...After numerous accusations and screams and demands for me to update my blog, I finally am going to do so...



HAIZ. Now sipe bu shuang...Want know why? Cuz I am now typing in Tang Yang's house and got want sipe sipe NGETOK and IRRITATING "MASTER OF ALL" a.k.a Mr. TKS keep blabbing bout how slow I am typing. His voice is like disease which keeps seeping into my brains and killing my brain cells. Stupid TKS, dun want go annoy his honey and come ngetok-ing beside me.



Speaking of him, because of this STUPID +NGETOK TKS, our chem teacher seems to have developed a MAJOR misunderstanding of us. He actually thinks we now 'ada highway' or something like that. UAK! Not that he not good but....UAK...We just very very good friends. He is like my sister...Or puppy..? Which likes to drool on me and everywhere and then I have to go clean up his mess...Hmm....Again...Very like Ms. Heng. I still think they are a match made in HEAVEN!!!

Haiz. Feel so influenced by ngetok people that my brain seems to have decayed...Wanna go do things dy...Since got one 'AIRPLANE KING' keep shouting at me...But come to think of it...That is his natural voice...Ugh...

Anyway, till next time. With Ms. Heng and Mr. Tan beside me I feel really ngetok...UGH.

P.S: Not my use of capital letters....*MECOK-ING*

My Recent Life....

It's officially the school holidays dy...But unlike other years, I find myself stuck in my busiest holiday ever...Normally by now I have already drowned myself in countless hours of tv watching/computer watching/internet surfing/story books ...etc. But now I think I am drowning in meetings and more meetings...Haha, but the upside is most of the meetings(although tiresome..) are very fun and it is great to be with friends and discuss things~

In respond to Miao's blog which suddenly seems more and more like to 'bom' me, I must say that my mind is not yellow coloured unlike wat Miao claims it to be..U know mar~SOME people just like to point at others to hide ther fact that they are actually like that...>_< Haiz. Remembering Chem tuition make me wanna eat char siew pao pulok...I havent eaten any for quite some time liao~

Yesterday, I got the shot at being a 'director' and I must say that it's a very very very TIRING affair...Even more so with an 'employee' like MIao....(O_O") HAHAHA~But still~It's a very fun experience, and my greatest thanks to all the crew and the cameramen Tang Yang and Khang Siang and Chun Hui~They all did a marvellous job~!! And of course to Sing Yee, Tang Yang and Zhen Jee for sacrificing in many many ways~I won't go into detail about wat we are doing cuz it's still a CONFIDENTIALSECRET but the answer will be revealed in time~

Also, yesterday was my darling daughter's birthday and I wish her a very very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! She's finally eighteen and from Miao's mouth I quote: "Eh Jun, you eighteen dy!!! Can watch certain movies by yourself liao ar~!" *AHEM* Therefore, with such evidence, one must surely see the reasoning in Miao being the 'qiao-est' of us all and then that she was the one POLLUTING us~!!

Regarding my workload, I still find it heaping into an impressive pile and I must say it seems like a long, LONG way before my work is finished...And I haven't even calculated the factor of holiday homework into the pile YET....=_="

Oh yeah, I had wanted to upload some pictures for some time now but still I haven't put up any~Well, here's a pic that I took when a group of us went for 'kembara-ing' a while back~
In front: My pretty third wife Zhen Jee, The always blur, fair and good-looking Seong Yong, Very very very QIAO Yi Wen aka Miao(U can know she qiao by looking at her face...>_<), The very very tall Hoon Leng, and the 'NOOB dad' Chun Hui; Behind is Hoe Cheong who Miao dunno why like to call 'pig' and whose eyes is very small~O_O Well, that's all for now~Until next time lor~

Mindless Rant~

Elo~Another new post~!! Haiz....Know that I am not the most hardworking person like someone in updating her blog but I vow to update more during the holidays~!!

Speaking of holidays....It is almost the school holidays~!! This is the last week of school and I am sort of glad that I would have some more time to 'rot' at home~But with the workload I am lugging along, I am not that sure that this holiday will be such a breeze...At least in school there's still the teachers to consult and friends that are easy to discuss with. But during the holidays, everyone will god knows be at where and it would be a tough job to finish everything...

Most of my workload is due to the school magazine...It seems that all the documents have accidentally possessed a mental state of wanting to make my life harder and disappeared themselves....And there are just some teachers who are so good at taiji quan that I am blurred just by trying to figure out where they have pushed away all the files and documents....But at least everything is sort of coming into picture...Haiz...The hard part now is compiling all the documents, make the necessary changes, refile the documents, recheck the documents for errors, plan out the whole magazine(pictures, drawings, the way things should look...etc.) and then when all this is done, there is still the hard part of going to the publisher and negotiating with them....

And I must say I have really seen the peak of dear Mr. Wong's choosiness....The designs/graphics are the worst part...Every drawing just seems to blend into something ugly and detestable in his eyes...I know he is very particular and strict and that he has high expectations so he demands everything to be 'professional' and that he just wants our school magazine to have 'standards' but the looks on Ah Fong and Miao's face whenever I tell them their work was rejected is just pure pain to me....I feel like whenever I stab a wound in their heart by returning their work to them, I am stabing a BIGGER hole in mine....And I really didn't dare to tell them the real things that Mr. Wong said....It would just tear their hearts apart...And I am sure by then I will not have the courage to even continue doing such a cruel thing....Haiz...But what's the point in ranting? I AM the editor, and I have to remain 'professional' and not confuse my feelings with my responsibility. And being an editor demands me to put myself in the same range as Mr. Wong's thoughts and force me to do the best for the magazine...But still... HAIZ.

And another thing that doing this magazine lets me to learn is how confusing and disturbing and obstructing school politics could be....I am too lazy to go into further detail as some things might just involve teachers I like but the conclusion is that due to silly misunderstandings/ miscommunications/ stupid un-teacher-like thoughts, the staff has made it a harder job for me to get the things I require for the school magazine...Or maybe its my fault for not fulfilling my tasks sooner? This is a question I will never get the answer to...

Haiz...School holidays. And my magzine isn't done yet...Last year the magazine was done before school holidays....But this year it will be a dream to finish it by this week...HAIZ. Just hope everything turns out OKAY.

Another thing about school holidays that make me sienz is the holiday homework...I swear that the work load is beginning to look like a hill rather than a heap. A good thing is that some homeworks are to be done as a group and if all else fails there is still friends to turn to right??

Holidays also mean unlimited hours at home and I am sure I might just die of BOREDOM. But I am pretty sure that won't be too soon as boredom only comes after one has finished all her work. And with the commotion with the oncoming prefect camp and the school magazine I am pretty sure it will come later than expected.

Speaking of prefect camp....During holidays it seems a lot of F6 prefects will not be around...Again, I hope that everything turns out OKAY. Again, not only in my school magazine, school politics have come in the way...Good thing it is sorted out already(I think....).

With the feeling of unfulfilment and the pressure of workload and also with the factor of the moody weather counted inside, more than ever I wish that my wife and also my housekeeper is back in KB and with me....Ah Miao has been a great support all this while but even though I matter to her I still know that I can't be compared to 'someone' de~Ah Miao ar, I know that you will read this and don't be hurt or what, cuz we both know who you are gonna save when both of us are drowning...Besides, I can swim for myself mar....And let you chance be hero and have ZJ sayang you for a change~Blek~

Anyway, I am trying my best not to moody...With workload+homework load+pressure+certain relationship problems+stupid moody weather that always make people wanna sleep or cry+stupid teachers who make everything complicated---(1), I am surprised that I haven't pitchar-ed. Of course, with such a bian tai personality like mine+supportive friends+efficient workers+over-optimistic and joyful personality---(2), I am pretty certain I am coping pretty well~And I am sure that even if I take (2) to minus out (1), I will still have a lot of excess energy to battle a monster (or two? >_<)

Therefore, this is just another mindless rant bout my current life~Again, Ah Miao, Don't think too much after reading this. Even with me carrying 5 big files which weigh about 8-10kg+School bag which is full of thick books+A small bag which weighs bout 3kg, I am sure I can handle it well de...(Just that my shoulders and hands will ache everyday...T_T)

Just remember: Life is make up of smiles and sweet memories~Nothing else matters as much that will disrupt Life~!!

Jz A NoTe~

Yup~Don't worry, this won't be a LONG post. Just a very short one to express my gratitude to someone who I realized I love and miss terribly.

The person in question is my 'big wife' a.k.a Ms SHS....Or should I start calling her Mrs L**? Haha...Anyway, I really realised that whenever I feel sad or depressed, the first person who pop in my mind is her. I will have the extreme urge to call her and just tell her everything. Just by listening to her voice will calm me. Due to recent events *ahem*, I find myself calling her again. And when I heard her voice its like everything just started flowing out--worries, sadness, happiness and all that commotion. I can say that she is one of my best best friends who always beside me and support me. And for that I really am grateful, although I can't begin to tell her how grateful I am~

She's like the ultimate friend in my heart that whenever I listen to her voice I will become happier and calmer...Her advice always helps too~Aiyo~I admire LZK for having her loh~He is the luckiest man in the world man~HAHA~Oh god, I hope she doesn't kill me when she reads this...Anyway, she is really really the 'bestest wife' that any 'man' can hope to get lar~>_< Maybe its because we share the 'husband-wife' thingy that makes her have a radar which can automatically tune in to my frequency~Hmm...What kind of wave will that be? (OMG, read too much Physics until PITCHAR-ED liao~!) Also, it may be because we already 'stay together' for 2 long years in school that she understands me so well and vice versa. As she so dear a friend to me I must say that I really really miss her nowadays...

Haha, I can already start imagining her face when she reads this post....Haiyo~'Lao Po' dun feel awkward or paiseh lar~And don't scold me nuh~>_< But I will never know if she does read my blog as she NEVER leaves comments for anyone...She is a cute and weird person who writes a blog which the address nobody knows and then just reads it herself. Yup, numerous times I have asked for her blog's address but she just smiles and says it is just a fun thing for her to read....=_="

Anyway~A BIG THANK YOU and Love You and MISS YOU SO MUCH~!!! to my darling 'wife'--Ms. SHS~

P.S: Don't be mad for me at writing MUSHY things about you nuh~You so good you won't hunt me with a butcher knife one I think....Also, Mr LZK, I have no intent of snatching Ms. SHS from you so you also needn't kill me~The LOVE is a family-friend kind of thing~HAHA~

P.S 2: I am back from my 3 day 2 night stay in Johor~I will be updating my blog about it the next time~I will be putting up pictures~!!