maybe i shall get the ingredients and make it at home ?!
Monday, September 8
R.U.M.B.A.L.L
maybe i shall get the ingredients and make it at home ?!
Saturday, September 6
F.R.i.D.A.Y
its Friday morning ...
as usual, feeling a bit less stress s weekend is approaching ...
Weather : Cloudy
Mood : Cloudy also
e.a.t
where :office/cost me :$ 4
feeling :filling & satisfying
where : food republic, vivo city/cost me :$ 2
feeling : uttely good!
what i ate: fish soup with salted veg + milk,bak chor noodle
where : food republic, vivo city/cost me : $ 10 [approx]
feeling : wonderful!
where : food republic, vivo city/cost me :$ 2
feeling : cool & sensational~!!
to enjoy the night breeze ...
alternative, u can try the side walk , located behind tat over looks Sentosa ...
[but i don like the smell of the ferry ...]
Friday, September 5
food.republic
looked some what expensive but its really not
can hardly find it else where apart from Chinatown ... ( maybe)
tried their "煎包" tasted like ...
...vietnamese spring roll in wrap in a bao, then deep fried ...
can u imagine that?
Must go :
Food republic @ Vivo City
Thursday, September 4
S.H.A.R.I.N.G

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl
tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens,
how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
You need to be able to throw something back
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you
But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,
your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.
** I received this email from a friend of mine
indeed, its a very touching story
this email had been circulating since 1998
If u feel like wan to pass this on, feel free to the link it to my page (^^,) thanks
S.O.U.R.S.O.P - sour...?
Zionsys bought it the other day ... and its about time to kill it ... [ i mean eat it ]
for the 1st time ...
when i look into ur eyes...

Oh i mean when I took the 1st bite .. [aaaaahhhmmmm...]
It taste ... NICE, WONDERFUL, DIFFERENT from what i had in mind ...
Conclusion: Soursop is NOT sour at all... its sweet
For those of u who's a SourSop Fan, and u like sorbet,
U can refer to Nouveau Africana for this wonderful dessert
Wednesday, September 3
iRead
yea again its Glenn Ong & The Flying Dutchman on Class95 fm
Its a new release by Dante Moore -
indeed a very interesting book to read ...
will most probably visit Borders to chk it out...
apart from tat, there's also a list of selection to choose from
this is what they feel...
it says ...
so for all those who love to read...
check it out in the major bookstores this weekend
5.7.0.0.P.1.D
but DON'T prove yourself stupid
Tuesday, September 2
J.O.T.D
and this is how she entertained me today
and a pencil
(this is too cute)
Usually she slept through the class.
'Tell me Mary Margaret, who created the universe?'
'God Almighty!' shouted Mary Margaret.
The Nun said,
A little later the Nun asked Mary Margaret,
Once again, Johnny came to her rescue and stuck Mary Margaret
in the butt.
The Nun asked her a third question...
This time Mary Margaret jumped up and shouted,
T.O.D.A.Y's M.E.N.U
* mooncake for snack
* yet to know wat to have ... maybe i'll pass
Monday, September 1
L.I.F.E
talked abt how we've been recently, and this is wat she told me ....
I quote from DevilRay
"Life's Journey" is not to arrive at the grave safely in
a well preserved body, but rather to slide in sideways,
totally worn out, shouting... Holy Shit!! What a Ride!!"
U.P.S.E.T
I agree with majority of men, women general - think too much
and because I m one, naturally i behave like one
Just found out today, a close friend of mine have been lying me to.
Maybe i should not use the word 'lie', he's got the rights to his own privacy.
But i felt hurt in a way that he's not telling me the truth when I asked.
I trust in him as he has helped me in many things in many ways...
He's been very kind & generous to me, taught & told me things i never knew ...
I m grateful for that, but I only ask for the truth when a questions is directed to him
I think i ought to read again the book "Why Men Lie & Women Cry" by Allen Pease & Barbera Pease

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