Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The best thing about me, is You

I got back my results. And i got super shocked with it. I even got daddy to double check it for me. Luck, perhaps? And i realised, i enjoy talking to Garrett because we are in the same frequency.
















Garrett: Fuck
Garrett: You
Garrett: Fucking Fuck You
Carrie: I'm still a virgin
Garrett: Fuck the Fucking Shit out of you
Carrie: THANK YOU. I don't want to get fucked by you please.

HAHAH.

SPM project is currently underway and i hope it would be a success. It's quite tough thinking of relating golf to business and trying to make it practical. But nonetheless, this is a challenge undertaken :)

Been up to F1 race ambassador's briefing and recently, the Singapore Water Festival. Hyped about the event, unhyped about working again. For the latter event, we are going to be at cClarke Quay. Again. I broke my vows already. The first with Baby and the second one with this event. I vowed not to step into CQ or BQ for 3 months at least. Depressing. He really made me detest the place which i often frequent in the past. TSK. Whatever, its all over :)

Sometimes i really wonder why isn't out class bonded. Bad bad. Is this the case for Poly life or ? Well, as we get older and older, we find ourseleves with even lesser friends than before. I guess this is quite true. In time to come, when you get married to your work, most of your time is on your career and you are always on the go to oil it to perfection. Then, you're married to the love of your life. You go home everyday and bask in each other's company on top of making time for work. Socializing doesn't seem so important anymore with the insufficient 24 hours a day on hand. Not forgetting, your parents, your kids or pets (if any) catching your attention. Plus the millions of bills coming in - life is tough, tough life. It sucks but we can tide over it with a straw. Irony isn't it.

Anyway, Baby didn't book out on Friday but Saturday. Went over to his place in the afternoon and we quarrelled. Badly. But well, everything's resolved now. Its just a simple misunderstanding. A surprise gone awry. Nevertheless, its all sunshine after the rain and i'm glad.

Baby, don't think too much. You're sufficient already :) Training has been tough i know. They call you cockroaches but don't ever give up, just take care of yourself. Though in NDU, they don't call you entirely in NDU unless you survive their fucking hell week, then you're elite. But don't worry, whenever you lose faith, strength and courage, stop and look at yourself through my eyes - you're still the elite :)

He got caught for _ and he might get _. DEPRESSED. I won't be angry unless of course, you lie to me. That is a death sentence.

Well, Some ah peks(picture) to post :)














Number 4 :)















At Cathay. Whilst waiting for decision.













AMK Kpool. My shirt reads: I don't Care. FUCK THAT SHIT













My attire for the day :) 07 Sept













BONG AND ME!













Our fairytale :)

Love, I don't want anything. All i want is for you to be by my side :)

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and something for laughs
Woman has Man in it;
Mrs. has Mr. in it;
Female has Male in it;
She has He in it;
Madam has Adam in it;
No wonder men always want to be inside women!

Men were born between the legs of a woman,
yet men spend all their life and time trying to go back between the legs of a woman....
Why?
BECAUSE THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Ever notice how all of women's problems start with MEN?
MENtal illness
MENstrual cramps
MENtal breakdown
MENopause
AND ..
When we have REAL trouble, it's aHISterectomy.

A man was sitting reading his papers when his wife hit him round the head with a frying pan.
'What was that for?' the man asked.
The wife replied 'That was for the piece of paper with the name Jenny on it that I found in your pants pocket'.
The man then said 'When I was at the races last week Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on'
The wife apologized and went on with the housework.

Three days later the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him unconscious.
Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asked why she had hit again.
Wife replied. 'Your horse phoned'

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