tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60952552011-10-07T16:27:56.128+08:00Sweet Pink SecretsSweet Pink SecretsIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.comBlogger1591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-17691981259916995522010-03-05T12:29:00.002+08:002010-03-05T12:34:55.664+08:00梁文音 - 哭过就好了
不喜欢怀疑什麽
并不表示我没有感受
看你微妙的变化慢慢不同
我不是生气只是心痛
最讨厌被误会了
但越解释越觉得难过
你可以说人会变
但不能说你会这麽做是我的错
哭过就好了
伤都会好的
这样相信所以深呼吸着割舍
爱是为了拥抱为了牵手
不是为了争吵为了调头
哭过就好了
痛都会走的
记忆有限所以它会淘汰坏的
失眠听歌想念虽然苦涩
还是谢谢你让我长大了
越多美好堆叠的过往
想忘就得推倒更大的悲伤
要找勇气却不在口袋或手上
但它一定在我身上某个地方Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-12861309876227107262007-04-10T17:07:00.001+08:002009-10-17T23:29:23.291+08:00Baby Kievan is: 2 years & 4 weeks old
"Why don't you update your blog anymore?"
People asked.
"I'm just busy."
I would reply.
And I can't help but wonder if anyone knows there is something amiss. Because I retract into my own darkness when i'm afraid. Because I don't know how to face the world when i'm disconsolated. Because I can't waver in my step towards recovery. That's why I didn't Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-75863988369662203222007-02-14T16:52:00.000+08:002007-02-14T17:11:52.165+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 11 months & 1 day oldMidnight madness.Clara babe.Zhongying dear.And my Meiyi darling.My dear.Still my dear.Last but not least, a family potrait of the mambo laydees.Sinful and decadent.But loving every minute of it as long as you girls are there.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1169581661429654802007-01-24T03:47:00.000+08:002007-01-24T04:01:06.676+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 10 months, 1 week & 4 days oldIn your life, you'll take note of many people. One whom you shared something special, one who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to. The one you're with currently... And the one that got away. Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person you were withIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1168846115844876402007-01-15T15:20:00.000+08:002007-01-15T15:28:35.863+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 10 months & 2 days oldMinimal words, but pictures will tell a thousand tales.Baby at the Singapore Motorshow 2006, in a miniature Alfa Romeo. No, he's not a model, but lots of people did stop in their tracks to snap a picture of him. A great day with Joey and her boyfriend.Baby at Downtown East, atop a toy horse. Need not fly miles away to have a good time, we already did,Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1168169907207200092007-01-07T19:37:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:33:55.520+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 9 months, 3 weeks & 4 days oldFor everyone I love and care for:Corrinne May - Safe In A Crazy Worldi try to smile my tears awayi try to keep my cooloh but one more door gets in my wayi feel like such a fooltrampled and bittermy heart just wants to bleedand stop believing in meit feels like nothing is for certainand that nothing comes for freewhen they're lowering the Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1167986732575602012007-01-05T16:44:00.000+08:002007-01-05T16:51:24.150+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 9 months, 3 weeks & 2 days oldThe clock insistently tapped out the seconds double quick. tick. tick.Like a foetal heartbeat.tick. tick.Time passed.Her husband, her lover, her heart, had changed.He would not remember the years they had together. Would not remember the joy of them.Had forsaken her, their child and the life they made together.Such was his nature. Such was herIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1166457004819103292006-12-18T23:45:00.000+08:002006-12-18T23:50:04.836+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 9 months & 5 days oldDo you see stories in clouds?I was able to tell stories through them at some point in my life. And without realising, I just stopped staring at the fluffy clouds to see if they tell me anything. Somewhere in between that space of time, did I stopped believing in fairytales? What took away my imagination? Or had I simply grew up?So I looked up to the Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1165992342376175012006-12-13T13:24:00.000+08:002006-12-13T14:49:33.543+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year & 9 months oldIt was Mabel's wedding on the 9th of Decemeber. Attended without a date, but Clara and her cousin were kind enough to sit with me throughout the entire dinner. Sharing the table with us were 3 of Mabe's facilitators. Had very interesting conversations throughout the night, accompanied with champagne and a very good wine that Clara brought back from Australia. Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1165846819313640172006-12-11T21:41:00.000+08:002006-12-11T22:20:19.346+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 8 months & 4 weeks oldHappenings @ ZoukMy girls.What would I be without them in my life?Cam whoring again before Zhongying leaves for the night.Zhongying and yours truly.It was a crazy night, with too much to drink, too much fun, too much unnecessary emotions that had me tearing for awhile. Which sent my poor Zhongying into a shock, because yours truly seldom cries. I was Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1165510983306813222006-12-08T00:44:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:30:46.154+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 8 months & 3 weeks & 4 days oldLinda - 也许经过那么久以后你依然如此洒脱我只能跟在身后不问你是否爱我也不敢多要求深怕你不再联络还是同样的结果你终于说出了口说你并不适合我我知道那只是你的借口你不想伤害我却又伤得我彻透你要求一片天空请我还给你自由却没想过我从来不曾住在你心中也许我早该看透我们不会再有以后哦也许也许有一天你也会寂寞Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1165344917564192592006-12-06T00:45:00.000+08:002006-12-06T16:53:09.220+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 8 months & 3 weeks & 2 days oldClara, Zhongying and Ingrid @ Mambo ZoukThe girls.The awesome girls AND a guy suddenly showing up from behind. Amusing~It was great fun with Clara back from Australia. A night of dancing and drinking with my favourite girls. Very addictive lifestyle and so much fun! *squeals* I never thought that I would be able to play and laugh like that Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1164799632411320762006-11-29T18:57:00.000+08:002006-11-29T19:27:13.040+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 8 months & 2 weeks & 2 days oldArmin van Buuren @ Zouk1st picture of the night. Zhongying, me and Grace.In the toilet. I know Miss Yew Tee and Mr Toa Payoh, that face. THAT face. But I can't help having a fat face.The girls again.Grace waiting in anticipation for Armin. Zhongying hating alcohol.Me going to Zouk again later.So later guys.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1164305413379393402006-11-24T01:18:00.000+08:002006-11-24T02:16:51.506+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 8 months & 1 week & 4 days oldI'm back and alive. So don't complain that it's always the same old post when you come into my blog ok girls. It's a long, long story. My computer ate up my pictures (SO many of them) a few days ago, so I couldn't update until now. So there're not alot of pictures for now because I'm too tired to edit and resize all of them. What's more, some Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1163172147182936722006-11-10T22:50:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:28:16.775+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 7 months & 4 weeks oldDelta Goodrem - Not Me Not Iyou mixed me up for someone who'd fall apart without youyeah you broke my heart for the first time but i'll get over that tooit's hard to find the reasonswho can see the rhymei guess that we were seasons out of timei guess you didn't know meif you think love is blindthat i wouldn't see the flaws between the linessurprised Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1162487162094671442006-11-03T00:22:00.000+08:002006-11-03T01:15:40.816+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 7 months, 3 weeks old1st issue of the day:Guilt and remorse. I accidentally burnt baby with my cigarette yesterday. I was smoking and looking at mobile phones with Joey, when baby suddenly ran to me from behind us. My cigarette burnt him somewhere below his neck and a big piece of skin came off, leaving that area red and sore. I felt so bad, I thought I was gonna die on Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1160313997015440302006-10-08T21:24:00.000+08:002006-10-08T21:26:37.373+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 6 months, 3 weeks & 4 days oldDamnit, damnit, damnit! Big fucking damnit! Why does my worthless phone have to spoil at this time?! When I finally found work for the next few days?! How am I going to contact anyone when all the numbers are in that freaking comatose phone?!My god, why do things always happen to me at the wrong time? Why do things always turn out to be the Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1160037756718092292006-10-05T16:06:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:25:03.665+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 6 months, 3 weeks & 1 day oldI was in the middle of a post about him just now, and I went out to have lunch, thinking that I'll continue it when I come back. So... I came back after lunch and realised my computer's not on. I think it's my boy who shut it down, he loves pressing on that on/off button.Oh well, I told myself I will never blog about him again, and somehow, it Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1159389655590297312006-09-28T04:33:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:22:49.226+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 6 months, 2 weeks & 1 day oldConfessions Of A Mommy (Chapter 7)Gabrielle - Out Of Reachknew the signs wasn't righti was stupid for a whileswept away by youand now i feel like a foolso confusedmy heart's bruisedwas i ever loved by youout of reachso fari never had your heartout of reachcouldn't see we were never meant to becatch myself from despairi could drown if i stay Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1158821056845746082006-09-21T14:19:00.000+08:002006-09-21T14:44:16.860+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 6 months, 1 week & 1 day oldConfessions Of A Mommy (Chapter 6)As promised, below are the pictures of my precious.Prince Kievan, blood of my blood, heart of my heart.Don't ever piss him off, he'll kick your ass. Cocky look huh?Look how serious he is. My child prodigy.Peek-a-boo!Lines on my forehead...More lines... I am getting so old. Inside and out.Picture quality isn't Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1158757720174466822006-09-20T20:32:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:11:52.287+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 6 months & 1 week oldConfessions Of A Mommy (Chapter 5)Karyn White - Superwomanearly in the morning i put breakfast at your tableand make sure that your coffee has it's sugar and creamyour eggs are over easy, your toast done lightlyall that's missing is your morning kiss that used to greet menow you say the juice is sour, it used to be so sweetand i can't help but to Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1158650484023712722006-09-19T14:18:00.000+08:002006-10-05T16:54:08.176+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 year, 6 months & 6 days oldConfessions Of A Mommy (Chapter 4)This is my first post after 10 months. Not my first attempt though. It seems like I've forgotten how to express myself with words. Everytime I feel like blogging, my fingers just don't work across the keyboard like they used to anymore. I don't know why, even this simple sentence is taking me 10 minutes.Well, at least Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1132068757336813592005-11-15T19:39:00.000+08:002005-11-15T23:37:05.970+08:00Baby Kievan is: 8 months & 2 days oldConfessions Of A Mommy (Chapter 3)Jane: There's this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with all the things we don't say to each other. What's that called?Counsellor: Marriage.I have so much to say, but those words got lost before I could type them out.Numb, again.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1131581816371061542005-11-10T06:33:00.000+08:002006-10-05T16:54:43.706+08:00Baby Kievan is: 7 months & 4 weeks oldConfessions Of A MommyTuesday, 8 November 2005My baby, had his first teeth on the 2nd of November. 2 little ones. It's not even a full grown tooth now, but you can see it's white, and feel it's sharpness. I felt that this had to be written down, so that I will always remember it for the many years to come.It seemed like time just flies by you know. I could Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1118071825630063102005-06-06T23:20:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:08:44.207+08:00Baby Kievan is: 2 months, 3 weeks & 3 days oldEdited post from February 3rd:11. Best thing you've learnt from loving?Love is, all the human emotions mixed together.Hmm, I don't know why I answered that, I think I misunderstood the question or it's the answer to another question. And I only just found out. *roll eyes* Actually, the best thing i've learnt from loving is learning how to be a better Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1114448413881367972005-04-25T23:38:00.000+08:002005-04-26T01:16:14.990+08:00Baby Kievan is: 1 month, 1 week & 5 days oldBaby Kievan is getting cuter and cuter day by day. I love him so much I can't explain how it feels like. Totally unconditional. A mother's love is really great. The kind of love is so overwhelming, that you can... well, basically give up everything just for your child. I finally understood how my mother, how all mothers felt. And I have the deepest Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1113213019625522562005-04-11T16:27:00.000+08:002005-04-11T22:50:58.446+08:00Baby Kievan is: 4 weeks & 1 day oldOkay, I admit, I was too busy to update.Too busy caressing his little hands and feet.Too busy covering him with kisses. Too busy inhaling his sweet baby scent.In other words, I was too busy falling in love with my baby.So, let's skip the whole "labour experience-taking care of baby-recovering from the after fats (and wound) of pregnancy" thingy and start with myIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1109085129165733742005-02-22T23:08:00.000+08:002005-02-22T23:13:48.813+08:00Mummy Ingrid is: 36 Weeks & 2 Days PregnantCountdown To Baby Kievan's Arrival: 25 DaysI came across this at a forum and found it amusing. So i'm sharing it here with you guys.15 Reasons Why It's Good To Be A Woman1. We got off the Titanic first. 2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. 3. Taxis stop for us. 4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1108713436473535342005-02-18T15:06:00.001+08:002005-02-18T15:57:16.476+08:00Mummy Ingrid is: 35 Weeks & 5 Days PregnantCountdown To Baby Kievan's Arrival: 30 DaysWent for my checkup yesterday and everything's just fine. I'm scheduled for the CTG scan for the rest of my checkups. The CTG scan is to check for the baby's heartbeat, so everytime, me and hubby will stay in this small little room listening to our baby's heartbeat for 20 minutes. It's really cute, sounds like Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1107505000918930072005-02-03T01:14:00.001+08:002009-10-14T16:01:45.686+08:00Mummy Ingrid is: 33 Weeks & 4 Days PregnantCountdown To Baby Kievan's Arrival: 44 DaysHere's something I got from Joey's site. Apparently, I am so bored that the below infomation is posted. (I've been sitting in front of the monitor for close to 12 hours, playing The Sims 2. Teehee.)1. Are you serious when it comes to relationships?If I want to, yes.2. Are you afraid of commitments?Nope.3. Are Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1092643183753884152004-08-16T15:56:00.000+08:002004-08-16T16:11:21.700+08:00"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary."
Impossible is nothing.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1090413143679282482004-07-21T20:10:00.001+08:002009-10-14T15:57:02.678+08:00Intoxicated By:Joey Mcintyre - Stay The SameFeeling: Extremely Tired Are You Right Brained or Left Brained in Love?You Are Right Brained In LoveBit of a drama queen. Peacemaker, first to end a fight. Good at thinking up creative dates. Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily. Going with your gut instead of your head. Emphathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault. Good at recognizing patterns in Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1089892327124344692004-07-15T19:36:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:28:47.668+08:00Intoxicated By:
Eminem - Guilty Conscience
Feeling: Cynical
What Is Your Best Sexual Skills
Name: Ingrid
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Flirting Skill Level - 78%
Kissing Skill Level - 28%
Cuddling Skill Level - 7%
Sex Skill Level - 76%
Why They Love You: You know exactly what they want.
Why They Hate You: You talk too much.
I'm not sure about "they".Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1089823845692556662004-07-15T00:13:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:27:51.449+08:00Intoxicated By:
Michelle Branch - Everywhere
Feeling: Frustrated
This is a short post to inform everyone that I won't be on my computer these few days. My computer is fucking annoying, and the more I use it, the more I feel like throwing it out of my window. So I've decided not to use it until it is fixed.
Anyway, Zhongying's a doll. I was talking to her this evening, and she agreed to Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1089717850298542592004-07-13T19:07:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:25:42.977+08:00Intoxicated By:
JoJo - Leave (Get Out)
Feeling: Bored
Haven't been updating much these few days because my damn computer is freaking out on me again. I don't know if I should get someone to service it for me. I lost my repairman's number, and it's sad. 'Cause he's really nice and good with computers. And his charges are very reasonable.
Well well, yesterday was Joycelyn's birthday. We Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1089386598422679872004-07-09T22:54:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:22:24.059+08:00Intoxicated By:
Beyonce - Baby Boy
Feeling: Tired
I don't know why is everything going against me these few days. Work is downright like shit still, my computer is really problematic, and I'm in a horrible mood.
Actually I wrote a really long post the day before. I was complaining about work and updating on what I did for the past few days. And you know what happened? My computer hangedIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1088787553737657612004-07-03T00:44:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:19:18.081+08:00Intoxicated By:
Christina Aguilera - Beautiful
Feeling: Exhausted
This is not an entry but a few lines to say that I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I am not at home, not at Geylang, I'm at Geylang East and the computer here is terrible. To fight with this computer is simply a losing battle. So I am determined not to use it after I finish typing this.
Anyway, I'll be going home tomorrowIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1088608363857882342004-06-30T22:37:00.003+08:002009-11-20T16:18:25.541+08:00Intoxicated By:
Texas - I'll See It Through
Feeling: Pleased Yet Distressed
Texas - I'll See It Through
when you touch me
i feel there's nothing you can do to turn me away
and i know that
in the past you've had bad luck so i should help you stay
you're all i ever wanted
you're all i ever needed
it's you
you're all i've ever wanted
and loving you's the right thing to do
and i'll see it Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1088595461221700842004-06-30T16:36:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:17:15.504+08:00Intoxicated By:
Mariah Carey - Against All Odds
Feeling: Groggy
I am so stoned. Just woke up, almost didn't wanted to wake up. There's nothing to do anyway, but I thought of baby, and woke up. We are not together now, he's at his house, while I'm at home. It's been so long since we "separated".
Haven't been posting alot these few days. So let me update a little. Took my basic theory Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1088277919747450192004-06-27T03:04:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:14:34.702+08:00Intoxicated By:
Atomic Kitten - Ladies Night
Feeling: Contemplative
Just reached home from Sultan. Baby met his friend at Angel, but we ended up going to both Angel and Club III. He had some other friends at Club III.
Normally I would ask baby to go ahead without me, I don't blend in to the crowd there and techno music really does absolutely nothing for me. But I know he wouldn't leave Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1088149102933233772004-06-25T13:56:00.000+08:002004-07-08T23:15:59.610+08:00Intoxicated By:
张茵 & MP4 - 上一个不爱回家的人, 下一个
Feeling: 很精神
刚刚和 baby 一起睡醒. 这两天 baby stay at 我的家. 可是我们 later 就要回他的家了. 没事做, 好闷呀, 所以在说这些无聊的话.
给你们看一些旧照片. Hehe. 都是几个月前的照片.
用电脑的时候拍的.
上一次在机场做 Vodka 的工拍的.
Nothing more to 说了. 我要去找东西给 baby 吃了. Baby 要用电脑, 他要玩 Need For Speed. 我也是会玩一点点, 好猛呀! 哈哈.
Later.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087895350168486682004-06-22T16:35:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:11:39.102+08:00Intoxicated By:
P.Diddy - I Need A Girl
Feeling: Sore
Baby just fell asleep, I'm waiting for him to wake up so we can grab something to eat. We're both hungry. I'm going home tonight, it's been almost a week that I've stayed here at Geylang, my Mommy must be missing me. And I miss Cassie too! Speaking of Cassie, yet another old picture of the Hairy Monster and me.
The scowl on his faceIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087746919294556612004-06-20T23:16:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:09:01.252+08:00Intoxicated By:
Usher - Confessions II
Feeling: Tired, Bored & Hungry
Baby and Joey went out, I'm at home waiting for them to come back. They are gone for 2 hours and still no sign of returning. I feel like taking a shower to refresh myself, but I don't wanna bathe alone. Sigh...
Haven't bought my digital camera. Joey and I went to Sim Lim yesterday night to check out the prices, but weIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087624520712152582004-06-19T13:36:00.004+08:002009-10-14T15:16:30.091+08:00Intoxicated By:Hoobastank - ReasonFeeling: Very Hungry http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.phpHow to make a Ingrid SuIngredients:• 5 parts intelligence• 1 part courage• 5 parts beautyMethod:Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little wisdom if desired.Edited to add:Pictures taken at the last day of work, with Rykiel, Charlene and me.Charlene and me. She's a super Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087576907197984042004-06-18T23:47:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:07:27.948+08:00Intoxicated By:
Savage Garden - I Knew I Loved You
Feeling: Hungry
Finally, I'm free. Finished with the Expo job yesterday, and today, for just 3 hours, the Mastercard VIP Function for Sarah Brightman's concert. Joyce still have 2 other jobs for me, but I'm still considering if I should take them. The time isn't really very suitable for me, but if I were to really take the job, I could Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087300701746917062004-06-15T19:22:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:05:01.695+08:00Intoxicated By:
Clay Aiken - This Is The Night
Feeling: Exhausted
Just reached home from work. Quite a nice job, the people in charge are super friendly, and the pay is good, so I've got nothing to complain. Joyce, Rykiel and I get to work together, so it's not boring at all. Too bad this job is for 3 days only.
Too bad, my damn shoes gave me some fucking mean blisters. I had to walk Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087161469667758792004-06-14T04:53:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:03:21.052+08:00Intoxicated By:
Kimberly Locke - 8th World Wonder
Feeling: Pleased
Went Orchard shopping with baby and Joey today. All of us bought something. 3 tops and a dress for me, 2 polo tees for baby and 2 tops for Joey. So it's a pretty good shopping trip after all.
My three tops cost me only $65 and my dress is $40. Very good deal I must say. It's wonderful being a female. We can get good and Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087059497747619322004-06-13T00:20:00.001+08:002009-11-20T16:01:43.351+08:00Intoxicated By:
D12 Feat Eminem - My Band
Feeling: Hungry
Baby and I didn't go out today. We were supposed to go to Black, but his friends said that it's too packed in there, so we decided to stay home and be couch potatoes. Suits me fine, I'm too tired to go out anyway.
Here are some old pictures I found in my computer.
This was taken when I went to Black last week, with Joey and Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1087015278844645962004-06-12T12:30:00.001+08:002010-02-11T16:05:18.448+08:00Intoxicated By:
Macy Gray - Still
Feeling: Sleepy
Wee, Baby's booking out soon, in like 2 hours. Can't wait to see him. I'm feeling quite sleepy actually. And hungry too. Poor me. I could still take a nap now, and wake up an hour later if I really want... But well, I shall not take chances. If I oversleep, Baby will kill me.
Stumbled upon some Paint Shop Pro tutorials just now. Very Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086990928600817942004-06-12T05:44:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:59:56.916+08:00Intoxicated By:
Britney Spears - Everytime
Feeling: Lonely
I still haven't gone to bed. Sigh. Was talking to Joey about Legally Blonde just now, and it got me so excited that I didn't want to go to bed. That show simply rocks. She've got the VCD at home, so I can watch it later. Hehe.
I miss my baby so much, can't wait to see him later. It's so lonely without him. *pouts*
Yes baby, Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086899908589503732004-06-11T04:38:00.000+08:002004-06-30T02:32:47.363+08:00Intoxicated By:
Son By Four - Purest Of Pain
Feeling: Hungry
Something Corporate - Konstantine
Lyrics to a beautiful song. My all time favourite.
i can't imagine all the people that you know
and the places that you go
when the lights are turned down low
and i don't understand all the things you've seen
but i'm slipping in between
you and your big dreams
it's always you
in my big dreams
and Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086877221039936872004-06-10T20:26:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:58:52.962+08:00Intoxicated By:
Ronan Keatings & LeAnn Rimes - Last Thing On My Mind
Feeling: Worried
Damn, my post disappeared. Blogger ate my post! I remember posting one before going to bed last night, and now it's gone.
Anyway, stayed up much later last night 'cause I was helping Joey with her blog. ¾ of her template disappeared into thin air. It's scary, Cynthia had the same problem too Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086722794536022882004-06-09T03:10:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:47:46.956+08:00Intoxicated By:O-Town - Liquid DreamsFeeling: Hungry Claim Your WingsYour wings are broken and tattered. You are an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for one reason or another - possibly, you made one tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't commit. In any case, you are faithless and joyless. You find no happiness, love, or acceptance in yourIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086568559625140182004-06-07T08:27:00.000+08:002004-06-30T02:33:43.580+08:00Intoxicated By:
徐若瑄 - 决定爱你
Feeling: 有点累
谁说我不能说华语, 现在就说给你们看.
厉害不厉害呀?
哈哈哈, 好闷啦!
PS: 没有故事书读, 我不能睡啊...
PPS: Frickin hell, I just broke my toenail! Aww man, why break now, of all times? I'm going for a pedicure later! Damn it.
PPPS: 现在才发现这个 post 好 ridiculous 呀. 从华文开始, 然后 end with 英文. 现在肯糟糕, a mixture of both. Conclusion? 我不能 post in perfect 的华文. 我真的是 overestimate 我自己了. 哈哈哈!Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086464736530468932004-06-06T03:17:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:56:16.670+08:00Intoxicated By:
Kym Marsh - Cry
Feeling: Complacent
Baby and I just reached home. We went for a midnight show, Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban at Bugis. I like it. But poor baby doze off a couple of times, he must be really tired. I just looked behind me, he's already sleeping like a log.
Actually we caught quite a few films recently. Like Dawn Of The Dead, which was a totally Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086395608729823062004-06-05T07:10:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:53:01.210+08:00Intoxicated By:
Kylie Minogue - Red Blooded Woman
Feeling: Tired
I went to... guess where. Black! With Joey and Cynthia. I was a little surprised that baby allowed me to go. I'm really glad that he trusts me enough to let me go though. Anyway, I was being totally angelic when I was there. I wished he was there to see me.
I was shocked by the crowd there. The moment I entered, it was likeIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086298629282038442004-06-04T05:15:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:50:14.539+08:00Intoxicated By:
Marc Anthony - When I Dream At Night
Feeling: Hungry
My results for the Animal Love Test.
• You are attracted to those who have split personality, like cold as ice on the outside, but hot as fire in the heart.
• In the process of courtship, the approach that would make you feel irresistable is creative, never let you feel bored.
• The impression you Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086282120956298332004-06-04T00:35:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:32:21.587+08:00Intoxicated By:Michelle Tumes - Lovely (Center Of My Universe)Feeling: Lovey-Dovey Michelle Tumes - Lovely (Center Of My Universe)you're the sweet dreams that soothe mewhen i can't fall asleepyou're the field in the middle of the citywhen i'm rushing by at the speed of lightyou're the strong resolution when i find no peaceyou're the church bells ringing in the eveningwhen all is quietyou whisper Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086213031608328992004-06-03T04:07:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:31:46.603+08:00Intoxicated By:
Gabrielle - Out Of Reach
Feeling: Blah
I should be sleeping like a log now. I woke up at 1pm yesterday, and my body clock is in such a way that I will feel sleepy after 12 hours. But not today. Weird.
I'm more to being bored than tired, maybe I should pop into bed with a book. At least that would definitely be much more interesting than me sitting here clicking around Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086200610537645832004-06-03T01:57:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:27:48.505+08:00Intoxicated By:
Five For Fighting - Superman
Feeling: Contented
We managed to talk things out nicely. It was a relieve, to be able to sort out our differences. At least, and I hope that we would understand each other better now. Well, as long as that nightmare is over, I shouldn't be thinking too much.
Just because my life has taken another path and ended up at another destination, it Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086156896940567602004-06-02T13:21:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:26:10.925+08:00Intoxicated By:
Alanis Morissette - Everything
Feeling: Disappointed
In my whole life, I was never ever so disappointed. I willed myself not to cry last night. But what you said today was so hugely disappointing that my tears just flow out of my eyes unknowingly.
You claimed that it was the truth. But there were absolutely no facts to support your beliefs, none at all. You convicted me Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086104642191719122004-06-01T23:11:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:24:56.571+08:00Intoxicated By:
Layla Kaylif - Shakespeare In Love
Feeling: Melancholy
You put me down with all your hurting words and I feel myself being pushed deeper and deeper into a dark corner of a room. I need to breathe, and that's when I started to break free. That's when I started talking back to you in a way, that was totally not me.
In fact, I was actually saying things that you are saying Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086067438752802292004-06-01T13:16:00.000+08:002004-06-30T02:37:59.870+08:00Intoxicated By:
Coldplay - In My Place
Feeling: Numb
You constantly said I was stupid and that everything I say was senseless.
Well, maybe my first stupid mistake was not letting you go when it was time.
Or coming back to you without knowing what was your reason exactly. Of course, I know it wasn't because of love. But now I think I know.
Perhaps, trusting and believing you when you don't Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086064373222590762004-06-01T11:56:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:21:09.746+08:00Intoxicated By:
Madonna - What It Feels Like For A Girl
Feeling: Sad
So the either-i-wake-up-or-i-deal didn't work out after all. It was a lose lose situation for me, as usual. So why am I still surprised or feeling anything about this? Why do I still cry for him?
I gave up sleep, to ensure that I wouldn't overslept, so that I could meet him on time. What do I get in the end? The usual Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086054112554516662004-06-01T09:36:00.000+08:002004-06-30T02:38:43.306+08:00Intoxicated By:
Aretha Franklin - Respect
Feeling: Tired
I just hung up with Joey, she's not asleep yet too. Poor us. Well, glad that she isn't asleep though, at least there's someone to accompany me till noon. I'm so mean aren't I?
I can feel my dark eye rings getting worse. A day without any sleep is actually a very bad thing. Your mood, productivity, not to mention complexion are all Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1086031619626300482004-06-01T02:58:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:19:19.107+08:00Intoxicated By:
Maroon 5 - This Love
Feeling: Geeky
I think, my layout, is finally done. Joey said that it was a little weird without my profile. If people were to visit my blog, there's no infomation about me at all. Quite true, but I think most people who visit my blog, are people who already know me.
So with this "Ingrid's Diary", the problem is solved. And what a way to spice up my Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085952436294342312004-05-31T05:14:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:18:08.023+08:00Intoxicated By:
Atomic Kitten - Someone Like Me
Feeling: Pleased
Just finished a new layout. I decided it was time for a change. I love this one, the contrast between the kitten and the dark background is superb. Like, a bright shining star against a black velvet sky.
But I can't (and I don't want to) add more stuff. The layout is too squeezy, and I have to think of it as a way where Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085769673726489712004-05-29T02:04:00.000+08:002004-06-30T02:41:11.810+08:00Intoxicated By:
3 Doors Down - Here Without You
Feeling: Hot
A Mom's Love.
When you were 1 year old, she fed and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away from her when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she prepared all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085738994408127202004-05-28T20:19:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:23:35.224+08:00Intoxicated By:Climie Fisher - Love Changes EverythingFeeling: Angelic Hoobastank - The Reasoni'm not a perfect personthere's many things i wish i didn't dobut i continue learningi never meant to do those things to youand so i have to say before i gothat i just want you to knowi've found a reason for meto change who i used to bea reason to start over newand the reason is youi'm sorry that i've Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085746948424433912004-05-28T18:06:00.000+08:002004-06-30T02:40:41.460+08:00Intoxicated By:
Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You
Feeling: Melancholy
Disbelief is a terrible thing.
And so is the hurt we caused each other unknowingly.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085670996963035772004-05-27T22:35:00.002+08:002009-11-20T15:15:08.271+08:00Intoxicated By:
Anastacia - Left Outside Alone
Feeling: Ecstatic
Met up with Qinglin and Amy today after work. It was fun. *squeals in delight* They're the greatest bunch of girls ever. We could still joke like before and talk about anything under the sun. I feel almost like myself with them.
We met at Novena, because we were supposed to accompany Qinglin for her haircut. But she didn't in Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085521863483743822004-05-26T05:44:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:13:15.108+08:00Intoxicated By:
Nelly Furtado - Powerless
Feeling: Productive
I am in deep shit, it's close to 6am now, and I'm still typing away. I have to wake up early for an interview later, like at 10am. So I'm left with 4 hours of pathetic sleep. Which inevidently leads to a horrible looking me, which means they wouldn't want me for the job.
Just finished helping Joey and Zhongying with their Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085439562413453802004-05-25T06:38:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:12:21.665+08:00Intoxicated By:
Beyonce - Me, Myself & I
Feeling: Touched
This is a Friendster testimonial that Zhong Ying wrote for me:
"for her smile is simply irresistable. for her eyes are utterly captivating. for her face is so pretty & sweet. for she eats alot but doesn't get fat. for all her deafening laughter. for she's a pink fanatic. for she shops like there's no tomorrow. for she loves Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085351363577814692004-05-24T06:26:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:18:07.490+08:00Intoxicated By:Creed - With Arms Wide OpenFeeling: Sleepy "I am on my bed, one of the most comfortable place ever. Sleeping, wondering, and dreaming of the perfection which is always somehow just barely out of my grasp."Good night. Good bye.Bonne nuit. Bon au revoir.PS: By the way, that's not an original Ingrid sentence, it was something copied from MSN's away messages. Hehe.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085349798131980152004-05-24T05:45:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:11:07.209+08:00Intoxicated By:
Hillary Duff - Come Clean
Feeling: Exhausted
I wanna do a re-vamp of my blog. I mean, just adding a couple more things, not changing the whole layout. Can you see some differences?
Hopefully I can finish it by tomorrow. Since I'll be home the whole day tomorrow, I should do something productive.
Bedtime for me soon. My whole body is aching from sitting on my computer Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085072272915255322004-05-21T00:25:00.002+08:002009-11-20T15:10:22.827+08:00Went for my manicure today. I love my new nails. No more sweet girlie baby pink for me this time. (Well, actually I wanted to do pearl white with pink, but Joycelyn said that I'm so boring, always doing the same sweet thing. And forever doing French.) But I can't help it that I like French right? Subtle and classy, who doesn't like it? Too elaborate nail arts a little... erm... trashy. So I went Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1085036128398082452004-05-20T14:39:00.000+08:002004-05-21T16:07:51.533+08:00An intepretation of a dream I had sometime ago:
Oh, I dreamt about snakes by the way.
A snake, being the ages old symbol of evil or satan, makes it a bad omen to have one show up in a dream. To see a lone snake and feel threatened by it shows that you have a bad enemy that is even then working against you, it also gives a warning against bodily harm from an enemy. To dream of many snakes in a Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1084776048699333592004-05-17T14:07:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:09:05.436+08:00Love, is an amazing thing.
Amazing because, the amount of tears we could shed for one person. The ache of a broken heart.
Amazing because, the burst of light inside you when your love made you happy. The laughter of a blissful heart.
But, love is amazing to me, because...
In the end, it's all about forgiveness.
Amazing because, the ability to forgive and forget. The smile of a broken Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1084510285792699032004-05-14T12:49:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:08:02.253+08:00Wee, I finally uploaded a new song. I can hear it perfectly fine, I don't know about you guys though.
I'm on MSN now, asking Zing to check it out for me. But he's complaining that he's tired instead. Gee, help me won't you! *lol*
Oh hungry, I'm so hungry.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1084179113677723852004-05-10T16:40:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:07:25.781+08:00You will never believe what I did, or rather acomplished. *grins* I've fixed my damn computer! I gave up last night and decided not to bother about electronics anymore.
Woke up this morning, re-read 2 books, fed the parrot, ate some chocs, drank some milk and apple juice. And I was too fucking bored that I decided to take out my Daddy's toolbox, open out my CPU, and fiddle and poke around at Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1083928410380148142004-05-07T19:13:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:14:13.505+08:00A bored girl wasting a beautiful evening. That's me.Blah!I wanna perm my hair and hopefully I won't look like a poodle.Alright, off to upload new songs. I'm a wee bit sick of this song."Parfois je me demande comme ce que notre futur est, mon amour. Parfois je me demande il serais jamais ma plus grande erreur en vous aimant. Bébé, bébé de l'oh, qu'est-ce qu'il adviendrait de nous d'un jour?"Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1083833152681997632004-05-06T16:45:00.000+08:002004-05-06T16:53:00.280+08:00Quel est amour?
Pourquoi peuplez l'amour?
Pourquoi est-ce que j'aime?
Et pourquoi je t'aime?Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1083829335938899742004-05-05T21:42:00.000+08:002004-05-06T16:52:20.513+08:00Je veux apprendre le Français.
Ne pensez-vous pas le français est-vous une belle et romantique langue?
*lol*
Vous devriez savoir à ce jour que je suis un cas désespéré quand il vient pour aimer.
PS: Does anyone know what i'm talking about?Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1083166480111726442004-04-28T23:34:00.000+08:002004-04-28T23:40:19.950+08:00The Passion Predictor
I'm SnuggleBunny. Okay, cute name.
When you're in love, the whole world knows it. The excitement of romance shines from your eyes. After all, love is grand. And so is intimacy, whispering sweet nothings, the occasional PDA, and the joy of being cuddled up and cozy with your partner... Yikes. Is that a sugar headache coming on?
Nah — we're just jealous. Fact is, you've Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1083065317817119382004-04-27T19:28:00.000+08:002004-04-27T19:32:51.890+08:00Bloody cramps.
I've got the damn bloody cramps.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1083065036659454592004-04-26T23:11:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:13:08.974+08:00Leann Rimes - The Rosesome say love is a riverthat drowns the tender reedssome say love is a razorthat leaves your soul to bleedsome say love is a hungeran endless aching needi say love is a flowerand you're the only seedit's the soul afraid of dreamingthat never learns to danceand the soul afraid of wakingthat never takes the chanceit's the one who won't be takenwho cannot seem to giveand the Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1082062653638511922004-04-16T04:57:00.000+08:002004-04-17T17:43:43.936+08:00A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it. For the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do.
One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered together and were more bored than ever. Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: "Let's play hide and seek!"
All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: "I want to Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1081268913482195722004-04-07T00:28:00.000+08:002004-04-07T00:32:18.873+08:00I wanna quit my darn Vodka job!!!
PS: Miss you lotsa baby.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1081188612151783622004-04-06T02:10:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:03:20.096+08:00My baby bought me 2 books, because he knows how much I love reading. So sweet huh? I love my new books and of course I love my baby.
But we aren't on very good terms these few days. A few major quarrells about the past. I hope everything will be fine soon. I love him so much, I can't imagine life without him. Pathetic, yes, but since I've chosen this path of life, there's no turning back. Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080658828295749502004-03-30T23:00:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:02:04.706+08:00I wished I was dead.
I seriously wished I was dead.
Does it matter to anyone if I was alive or dead?Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080583636621134012004-03-30T02:07:00.000+08:002004-06-30T01:44:33.796+08:00我不想谈真理
即使是真正的真理
我只想谈谈我自己
还有你自己
我不想谈什么是对
什么是错
我只想谈谈我自己
还有你自己
我不想谈过去
或者未来
我只想谈谈我自己
还有你自己
现在式的
I got this from my email. Sounds cute huh? Althought I don't really get what it's saying. My chinese sucks. *lol* But Joey will know, I can get her to explain it to me.
Here's another one, I think I know what it means.
懂得越多难道就真的更接近真理吗?
不可能是相反吗?
Gee, thank god I can express myself in English, I will Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080578777877082122004-03-30T00:46:00.000+08:002004-03-30T00:50:38.610+08:00Extracts from Eskimo Kissing:
Green is the color of history. Not the black and white of books or photographs. Not the frozen grey of tombstones and cathedrals. It is green that is the color of time passing. Olive moss, sable in places, covering weeds that spring up along a path long unused.
White is the color of leaving. Oyster corridors, dirty around the edges. The milky wings of the planes Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080565655924669602004-03-29T21:07:00.001+08:002009-11-20T15:00:58.882+08:00Sneezy, coughy and feverish. That's what I am now.
Went to the doc and he gave me 2 days of MC and loads of medication. Eew.
Sigh, it feels terrible to be sick. I want my baby to take care of me. *whines*
Going back to work on Wednesday, there goes my 2 days of pay. That makes me $146 poorer. Not to mention spending $24 to see a doc and getting those yucky medicine.
So I'm now $170 Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080334413444351852004-03-27T04:53:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:04:18.440+08:00林凡 - 都是他当 Starbucks 打烊啦你不是累了想回家怎么还等他握紧的手机关了吧他不会再打来啦你却说想在呆一下冰咖啡留给他你的体贴不是办法爱是两人的呀看你在眼角擦抿着嘴咬指甲连哭泣都害怕感情不要也罢你说都是他让你苦苦牵挂等成一个笑话你生气你委屈你泪在滑却还是放不下疼得很伟大别再为了他让你心乱如麻像褪色的花陪着你看商店铁门拉下别哭了别等了爱要学会潇洒My dear sweet Joey, this is for you. I wish you all the faith and courage that you'll need to walk through life. Be strong and be yourself. Most importantly, you got to know how to love yourself first, in order to be theIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080329153354551362004-03-27T03:25:00.000+08:002004-03-27T03:30:30.936+08:00A conversation between parrot, Mommy and me.
Mommy opens door.
Birdie: Come come!
Mommy: Birdie birdie~
Birdie: Happy birthday tooooo...
Mommy: Happy birthday to YOU...
Birdie: Happy birthday tooooo...
Mommy: No, happy birthday to YOU...
Birdie: Oh?
Mommy and me laughs.
Birdie: Happy birthday tooooo...
Me: YOU!
Birdie: Happy birthday tooooo...
Me: YOU!
Birdie: Keep quiet.
Damn bird. *lol*Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080319091332999012004-03-27T00:38:00.000+08:002004-03-27T00:41:41.606+08:00My first day of work at Changi Airport DFS, promoting Absolut Vanilia. I love the way they mispell all those names on purpose. Kurant, Citron etc. So neat eh?
The uniform is kinda nice too, a white velvet top with white capri pants. Suits the whole Absolut Vanilia's look. It's not the most interesting job on Earth, but the pay is good enough, so why not?
Went to Prada with Joyce today and fell Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080238200983117422004-03-26T02:10:00.001+08:002009-10-14T14:00:20.227+08:00Ewan McGregor & Nicole Kidman - Come What Maynever knew i could feel like thislike i've never seen the sky beforewant to vanish inside your kisseveryday i love you more and morelisten to my heart, can you hear it singtelling me to give you everythingseasons may changewinter to springbut i love you until the end of timecome what maycome what mayi will love you until my dying daysuddenly the world Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080157889519717392004-03-25T03:51:00.000+08:002004-03-25T03:57:21.436+08:00I'm very sick, and I want my baby. *cries*
Blah!Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1080063773726422772004-03-24T01:42:00.001+08:002009-11-20T14:43:04.449+08:00My computer wiped out a few days ago. And all my precious documents are gone. My years of stuff is gone just like that. The whole frickin hard disk crashed for god knows what reason.
Sometimes, computers can be so annoying.
But well, to look on the bright side, it is good to have a brand new hard disk. At least my computer is free of all unknown rubbish or whatever.
I don't know why am I Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095255.post-1079982560036294282004-03-23T03:09:00.000+08:002004-06-14T05:49:30.430+08:00I love you so much baby.
So much...
Sometimes, I love you so much, till it hurts.Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799970113690037608noreply@blogger.com