Sign... Just got bailed out again. I am supposed to be heading to my kickboxing class but my friend just told me that she's going home and skipping class. I don't know anybody there and everyone there has a friend or two with them so if I go, I will be all alone. That is saddening. I think I going to a severe case of anti-socialism occuring on me. Ever since I moved into hall, i can practically count the number of words I speak a day. No roommate, nobody in the block that is a plain like me ( seriously it like the American form of popularity game. And my neighbours are the queen of plastics and they aren't acknowledging my presence after my first roommate moved out.) Maybe I should really move out. Like that my anti-socialism will not increase too much although it's a bit towards uncurable stage already. My dad said before that the minute I lived in hall, i will never go home. Now I seriously think he's not updated.The world of plastics is invading the world. Even to my old friends, I don't seem to have the same topics. It must be a hou yi zhen of being alone. Now I now how it feels to be in a solitary cell in prison. I would have moved out last semester if the girl that just bailed me didn't convince me not to. Now I think I really should move out. The time has come.

My doggy!! Ok so he's not handsome enough but he's silly enough.. 

It’s queer in life that you would never know what you really lose till you have lost it.
So many opportunities to cherish them but we let them flow like sand grains through our hands. As the grains flow away, all we can do is regret.
I know life should not be of regrets since people only live once.
Even if you are reborn, you will not be who you were before.
Have we ever missed out a chance to love and cherish in our lives?
I just learnt of something and that is why I am full of regrets. What it is I won’t say; because I know it was me that gave the chance up and nothing will bring it back again. My whole blog has stuff about missing on the small things in life. However the writer has not learnt her lesson. Everyone is good at talking but no one is good in actions. I always daydream about my future but clearly know normally whatever I think about will not occur. That’s what real life is. We lost and gain everyday. Sometimes more gain sometimes more lost. We hardly cherish what we gain but always memorize those that we lost.
To all my friends who read my blog---> Thank U for being my fren!
For all that happen to read this blog---> Hi to U.. hope you won't fall asleep.

Now listenin to SHE-Da Nu Ren Zhu Yi
Song to recommend: Li Sheng Jie's Chi XIn Jue Dui (It's so nice; I'm not amazed that people use this song to ask their gf to marry them, it was reported on the radio about 2 couples who did that)

I was watching the repeat telecast of the Ren Xin Ci Ai Zhao Wan Qian. Then suddenly i had a thought. How makes us different from those in the hospital? Is it our luck? Maybe it is our past life. You know how they like to say ji fu ji fu? Is it our fu qi that brought us less suffering now? That i dunno. But i know that all of those in hospial whether they ji de or not in their past life, we ought to do things to help as long as its within our limits. Afterall they don't wish to be there but fate has placed them there. Now would be our chance to ji de. Hope you have called.

Amen.
Here are some excerpts from the news and television shows.
" This is a time of crisis. It's not who you are or what you are that matters, it is what you can do to help."
" This is a no bounderies time. Not where you come from, what you do for a living or why you are here. Everyone is equal."
"Although we have just seen the power of the tsunami disaster, although everything is destroyed, we can see love in these times. Exceptional strong love. Love of parents that clung on to their children no matter what it took. Love of the parents that ensured their children were safe before letting go themselves."
Tommorrow is the memorial day for Singapore for this disaster. The children that have no parents to run to no more, the families that have no home to return to, the relatives and friends savaging places for their loved ones, what would their hearts think? Could it be let them be alive? Even if they are gone, let me bring their bodies back? Even if we don't get them to see them again, let me feel their presence there and bring their presence back home? I was watching a charity fundraising 3 regions combined concert for the disaster. Tears flowed out the corner of my eye when i heard the comperes read out their lines. All their expressions were appealing to peole, pleading the audience to help. They interviewed Jet Lee as well. All he said was what happened, how everyone became equal, the fear of death, the life affecting decisions that came out and how much he learnt.