Bubblelicious

The Exorcism of Emily Rose is so bloody scary that it's beyond scary. the fact that i caught the midnight show on Halloween's eve makes it even worse. i wonder if the blood-curdling recording of the exorcism is real. few weeks ago i did a little research on the real emily rose because the movie trailer piqued my curiosity. there was a long and chilling story detailing the last days of Anneliese Michel (her actual name) in Wikipedia . last week i tried to dig out the webpage again to show a fren... instead it has been replaced by a short summary that resembles nothing like the original story i read. as each text modification is recorded in the history page, i searched thru the history of revisions but there was not a single trace of the story left. freaky huh? a word of advice. don't watch this if you sleep alone in your dorm or if you tend to wake up for no reason at 3am.

my boyfren has been seeing Someone from China behind my back lately. whenever i talk to him over the phone, i can hear Someone vying for his attention at the background. just the other day, he even confessed to me, that particular Someone had spent a few nights on his bed before. today, i realized i can't take it anymore. what's so great about that Someone anyway? so i grabbed my camera and went over to bf's house. Meet Benny .... the newest addition of my bf's family. isn't he the most adorable and fluffy Pekingese? only 4 months old and no bigger than a fat kitten. awwww.... Benny is afraid of heights due to his stumpy legs i suspect. we put him on a 3-inch high stool and he refused to climb down, trembling all the while. and his face is just a mass blot of black. awwww.... i went to watch Goal! this afternoon at 1U. OMG Kuno Becker is so HOT ! and david beckham has got the whitest teeth i've ever seen. i mean, it almost blinded me during his brief 30-sec appe

something absolutely hilarious and unbelievable happened today.... before that, let me recap a bit. i'm already neck deep into my current project which for some mysterious reason, simply refused to work. i skipped lunch almost everyday to work on it fervently because the dateline is looming * gulp * right after Hari Raya. as if that is not bad enough, i was assigned to another project due next monday! on top of it all, my boss signed me up for an R8C MCU seminar held at Cititel Hotel (which is today)... he must have mistaken me for Superwoman or something. to be honest, this MCU seminar nearly bored me to tears, it's even worse than the one i had in Singapore. i learnt a new set of jargons today - on-chip ring oscillators, tiny microcontroller, A\D converter, watchdog timer etc. why does my boss likes to torture me this way? as usual, i counted only three females among the 90 odd attendees. male-dominated industry is so not fun because i don't get to "kap lui" to

just a coupla days ago, fluffypig suggested something brilliant yet low-cost: why don't i use a sticker to cover up the scratches instead of wasting money to spray my car? i suspect underneath all the fluffiness, she is actually pretty smart! bursting with hope and happiness, i went to a car accessories shop after work. gosh, they were stocked with really cool and tasteful stickers, except that none are big enough to cover half of my bumper. the bigger ones came with graphics like skulls, Mugen, Initial D and all sorts of tacky racing themes. immediately i felt deflated... i was thinking more along the lines of Herbie, not Harley. sigh, so i had no choice but to confess everything when my parents came back yesterday. my dad took one look at the car and said, "Calling it scratches is underrated, looks more like big chunks of scrapped-off paint!" oops... i meant well you see, i just dun want to bother him with petty details while he's having a holiday. apart from tha

i think i must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. maybe i'm too exhilarated by my new hairdo that i forgot to look at the side mirror and ram my car into a stone house. erm.... as in a mini stone house that my dad placed in our garden. i used to think that it serves a purely decorative purpose, but now i know better, because the stupid thing scratched my poor baby beyond words. sooo hoorrigible .... immediately my denial mode kicked in. i can't even bear to look at it. so i tried to drive to work as if the object that scratched my car is only a blade of grass. but no matter how i reverse, i simply could not detangle my car from the bloody stone house. in fact, the scratches seemed to be getting even more disasterous by the minute. just as i was contemplating defeat, i noticed a few curious neighbours milling outside my house, making a spectacle out of my futile attempts. what the *hard-core expletive*? aiyoh, dun just stand there lar uncle. at least be hel

as most of u guys know, i've been away at The Land Beneath Us for a week of training. i was already running late on the first day because i can't decide on which color shirt to wear. when i finally reached the hotel ballroom where the training was held, the organizer greeted me, "Hi, you must be kai ling." wow...after merely 2 months of working, and my reputation has already preceded me? Feeling somewat smug, i asked him "How did u guessed?" "Because you are the only girl who signed up for this OpenAT training." i looked around and true enough....*gulp* twenty-odd guys were staring up at me. oh drat... not only am i the lone female specimen, i'm also the youngest among them. suddenly i had a tiny urge to flee to my room and pack my belongings. but the tiny urge was squatted instantly when i thought of the bonding agreement between me and my company. ready or not, i have to see it til the end or else i have to foot the entire training cost. afte