One day, I saw a Caucasian guys who bought 10 green and 20 white Belgian chocolates.
I hate those lazy cats. They look cute but useless to our society. Do nothing and play the whole day.
Cats need PR to stay at certain places in Singapore. Because only near school and HDB, there are people who can bring food to feed them. That is the privilege of being a fat cat and waiting for foods from passer-by.
It is his attempt to cover a rap song written by Kenji.
“My attempt at Fort Minor’s Kenji, a great song about Japanese Internment Camp during WWII. This is also a message to show my respect to Japanese people who have been constantly fighting for their lives through the recent disasters. Sorry if there are mistakes here n’ there cos English is my second language”
I met him once at USA. He is very strong, a friend of Anne. Strong at will. It is the thing I am luck of.
My friends, though directly or indirectly, make an impact on my life and I am thankful for the quality time hanging out with them. It was just 2 days, and I learnt a lot from them.
Vernon: Men hide everything except anger. Women never hide any emotion, except anger.
Vernon: practice makes perfect.
Natalie: learn the way to be more manly.
Apple: action has to be carry forward. Don’t wait. Some road name can be guessed. do not make assumption.
Little Tigon: hanging out with more guys.
Jenny: There are people who make things happen, there are people who watch things happen, and there are people who wonder what happened. To be successful, you need to be a person who makes things happen..
Ryan: SAA will never be lated?
Thu: receiving 2 phone calls means something urgently.
MA: be focus, and never take things in one day. Friendship will be appreciated if it is not rush.
My colleague participated in a local capabella show in Shenzhen, china.
Here is the video. She is the girl dressing in green blouse sang in the group, (watch at 3:50 timing)
Awesome! Around me are so talented people.
It is quote from Oliver Twist, a novel by Charle Dickens.
The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook’s uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbours nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity:
‘Please, sir, I want some more.’
The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupified astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.
‘What!’ said the master at length, in a faint voice.
‘Please, sir,’ replied Oliver, ‘I want some more.’
The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.
The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,
‘Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!’
There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance.
‘For MORE!’ said Mr. Limbkins. ‘Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?’
‘He did, sir,’ replied Bumble.
‘That boy will be hung,’ said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. ‘I know that boy will be hung.’
Oliver asked for more, and this incident actually turn him to another page of life. It is a turning point. Have I ever question myself that I have sufficient courage? To demand for more even I may know the consequence of fighting against the mainstream.