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Name: Eric Ng
Birthday: 24th May 1981
Location: Singapore
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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

One Year Older

Happy Birthday To Me......finally a quarter of a century year old.....

A sign of turning old: More than half of the ppl in ur msn list in the groups ntu and hall9 have graduated or have just finished their last sem.......

As for my birthday wish...well..couple of them... firstly is i sincerely hope that all my friends will be happy and healthy( ok i know...cliche...but hey, I mean it.)

To everyone out there I know who is reading this msg, pls take note that I really do treasure you guys as friends, no matter where and how I got to know you. Cuz when you get older and when you die, the memories are the one that will stay with you. I'm really grateful for knowing you ppl in this life. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.

p.s. thanx for presents guys.. appreciate it... holland and portugal final!!!!! JAJAJAJA!!!!

Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Happy birthday to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Now then you know

Calling to all ladies out there, do take a look at this pls.
Link

Definitely not in the mood for work today. Probably even more tomorrow.


Watching all the insects march along
Seem to know right where they belong
Smears of face reflecting in the chrome
Hiding in the crowd i'm all alone

Noone's heard a single word I've said
They don't sound as good outside my head
It looks as if the past is here to stay
I've become a million miles a--

Why do you get all the love in the world?

All the jagged edges dissapear
Colors all look brighter when you're near
The stars are all a fire in the sky
Sometimes I get soo lonely I could--

Why do you get all the love in the world?

birthday gift

For the first time in my life, I bought myself an early birthday gift.
Wow.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

love versus hate

Great. Another sappy love story, now in the form of a book. Tell me you did shed a tear or two after reading this.

Tsk Tsk Tsk. What's with sec. school kids these days. Filming of live fighting???? Look what world class education has taught you. Here.

Monday, May 15, 2006

12 years

Happy belated birthdya to Mr. J.C. She. Dude was fucking wasted on fri nite. Wanted to open his mouth to talk to me in toilet, but all it came out was nothing but vomit. And pls, remind me not to play mj with you on your birthday next year.

Someone save me from the mundane office life I'm gonna led for the next 5 weeks. If not for the sms and msn, my head would be kissing the keyboard. Zzz

Anyway, there's a bash at MOS this thurs by one of top 3 universities in sg. (No prizes for guessing which one) Tix at $16 bucks with 1 drink. However, you only need to pay 15 bucks cuz I will help you pay the extra 1 buck. Think of it this way, if you can find 15 ppl to go, the 16th person will go in for free! Now isn't that wonderful??? Those interested can drop my a line via email, msn or sms. Cheers.

Friday, May 12, 2006

end of a chapter

Never had a birthday celebration so early before. Great food. Great booze. Great company. Great ktv. Thank you guys once again.

Aye, tonite drinks on me and the birthday boy at double o. Be seen.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

funny shit

Ahhh...nothing beats the serenity back in hostel. Finally back again(not drunk this time). To top it all off, I simply laughed my ass off the chair reading this, courtesy of Shawn. SG's no.4 blog wor!!!!! Don't play play.

Its been quite a while since we were able to be this noisy in hall. Imagine 3 rooms in a row blasting mp3s to see which door the security guard would knock 1st. And now, one's playing DOTA, the other one watching Prison Break and me wiping the tears and nursing a massive tummy ache from reading too much MOT.

Aye, time for my dvds.

Dancing is what I do
Dancing is what I think of you
Dancing is what makes me cool
Dancing so I can be with you
Dancing...in...the...moonlight...

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

On your own

Stop. Finally realise its meaning.
Alvin, this is for you and me:

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...
I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

U2- Sometimes you can't make it on your own

Sunday, May 07, 2006

translation

Ce soir
Le vent qui frappe
à ma porte
Me parle des amours mortes
Devant le feu qui s’ éteint
Ce soir
C’ est une chanson d’ automne
Dans la maison qui frissonne
Et je pense aux jours lointains
Que reste-t-il de nos amours
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours
Une photo, vieille photo
De ma jeunesse
Que reste-t-il des billets doux
Des mois d’ avril, des rendez-vous
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
Sans cesse
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants
Que reste-t-il de tout cela
Dites-le-moiUn petit village, un vieux clocher
Un paysage si bien cachéEt dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé-

Que Reste-t-il De Nos Amour, Charles Trenet

Translates to :
Tonight
The wind that knocks at my door
Tells me about love that is no more
In front of the dying fire
Tonight
It is an autumn song
In a shaky house
ANd I think of far away days
What is left of our love
What is left of those beautiful days
A photo, old photo
Of my youth
What is left of sweet notes
Of Aprils, of rendez-vous
A memory that haunts me
Constantly
Faded hapiness, Hair in the wind,
Stolen kisses, Wild dreams
What is left of all this
Tell me
A small village, an old churchbell
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud the dear face
Of Past


Mon dieu que c'est lâche
Que c'est facheux
Quelle tragédie,quel tracas
Mon dieu que c'est vache
Mon amoureux est reparti là -bas
Mon dieu que c'est triste
Il m'aimait si peu
Moi je l'aimais tant je crois
Mon dieu tu t'en fiches
Toi tu n'as d'yeux
Que pour une autre que moi
Même si le temps passe
Je n'oublie pas
La sambaL
a samba des jours avec toi
La samba des jours avec toi
La samba de mon coeur qui bat
La samba
La samba des jours avec toi
La samba des jours avec toi
La samba de mon coeur qui bat
Samba de mon coeur qui bat
Mon dieu que c'est moche
C'est ennuyeux
Tu t'es joué de moi
Mon dieu que c'est cloche
De se dire adieu
Et Paris est si froid
Mon dieu si tu existes même un peu
Ramène-moi
Mon aquarelliste
Si vaniteux
Qui ne peignait que moi
Même si le temps passe
Je n'oublie pas

- Samba De Mon Coeur Que Bat, Coralie Clement

Translates to :
My god, such cowardice
How unfortunate
What a tragedy, what a drama
My god how it is unfair
My lover has gone back there
My god how it is sad
He loved me so little
I loved him so much I think
My god you don't care
You who only has eyes
For another one than me
And even as time goes by
I still haven't forgotten
The samba
The samba of days with you
The samba of days with you
The samba of my beating heart
The samba
The samba of days with you
The samba of days with you
The samba of my beating heart
Samba of my beating heart
My god how it is ugly
How boring
You've played with me
My god how it is stupid
To say farewell
And Paris is so cold
My god if you exist even a little
Give me back
My aquarelist
So vain
Who only painted me
Even as time goes by
I haven't forgotten

Fuck the goggle translation tools as someone says.
2 fucking sad songs.
Man, if it makes me happy to be miserable now. I wanted it to be this way.
Crap, what am i blabbering about?
Maybe cuz that's what people do.
They jump. They leap, and hope to god that they could fly.
But now here I am. Just like a falling rock.
Until I met you.
From the first time I knew.....
The song that speaks for me now:
No translation for this cuz I know what it is talking about.

Je suis couchée sur mon lit
et je regarde dehors¡ca fait plus q'une semaine que le ciel pleure
et crie son angoisse
mais maintenantil sourrit et il nous annonce
que l'ete' s' approche
l'ete' ma saison preferée
car le soleil se leve
meme dans les nuits
l'ete' s' approche, mais tu es parti
tu es si loin, je suis ici
le soleil est devant moi
mais son chaleur n'est plus la
je pense que je ferais mieux de ne plus penser a toi...
doucement, je me leve
et je voyage dans mes reves
les etoiles ils appartiennent a moi
plus de soucis non non non il n'y a que toi
mais encorema vie reste vide
car ta presense n'est plus lan'est plus la
tu vis dans ma tete
reviens dans ma vie, notre vie
je t'en supplie! oh
l'ete' s' approche, mais tu es parti
tu es si loin, je suis ici
le soleil est devant moi
mais son chaleur n'est plus la
je pense que je ferais mieux de ne plus penser a toi...
l'ete' s' approche, mais tu es parti
tu es si loin, je suis icile soleil est devant moi
mais son chaleur n'est plus la
je pense que je ferais mieux de ne plus penser
a...toi...

-L'été S'approche

p.s. thanx to nora(Graouuuuuu) for helping in the translation.

Friday, May 05, 2006

bullshitttttttttttttttt

Talk is cheap
Fucking is a sport
Nothing really matters
Cuz all will return to nothing
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
My whole existence is flawed
You take me closer to god

some new words

New word of the day: fuckuchibainabeinohia

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

for aged 21 and above only

Rockson you rock my world!!!!! JAJAJAJAJA