Sunday, April 05, 2009
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9:44 PM
i am planning to move
to start writing again
in a new space with a new id.
thinking of a nice name.. thinking in progress
ideas are welcome.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
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2:13 AM
all things has its lifespan
it's over
not crying
running thru the memory lane in search for good frames to bring along with me
at least i know the polariod i have is one i can rely firmly on
thank you polariod for being there when i need you most
at least a good look for a few mins reassures me that you were always there
too much recollection makes the atmosphere too dense
too many flashback - the good the bad
i cant think of an end to the post
i guess its the emotions taking over the logic
Friday, February 29, 2008
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10:52 PM
lack of updates because my biological clock stopped for awhile.
i wish i was still in dec 2007 but reality and its hard slap is inevitable.
leaping into march 2008 and time scaringly passes by way too quickly. if u want me to put a measurement to it. it would sound like 236km/h or 299,792,458 metres per second (in case u do not know like i didn't, that's the measurement of speed of light)
life has been bittersweet, more bitter then sweet if u ask me.
there are many things that i prefer to keep them in my small little 4 chambered organ then documenting them in writing.
the day my small little 4 chambered organ stops, the memories will go together with it.
or in any cases if alzheimer's set in earlier. these memories can be wiped away earlier.
i yearn for my cheerful disposition. yoohooo, where have you gone hiding too?
i had been searching for you for awhile but you refuse to come back to me.
quit playing hide and seek with me and come back to me soon okie?
i yearn to see sunshiny smiles in me again.
Monday, December 24, 2007
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1:22 AM
THIS POST IS MANDATORY AND IT SERVES AS AN AVENUE FOR ME TO VENT MY UNLIMITED ANGER OFF THE CHEST NOW!!
I JUST GOT FARKING SPITTED PHELGM BY A BARBARIAN MALE ON THE BUS.
I WAS ALIGHTING FROM THE BUS AT MY REGULAR STOP WHEN THIS MAN BOARD THE BUS AND SAT NEAR THE BACKDOOR.
I HEARD A SPIT AS I WAS GETTING DOWN AND I COULD SENSE MY LIMB WET.
LOOK BACK AND TOOK A GLIMPSE OF A MAN SITTING DOWN AND THE STEPS TO CHECK IF IT WAS WET ALL NOT.
TOUCHED THE LIMBS AND SENSE THE WETNESS AND UNEASINESS I TOOK OUT A PIECE OF WET TISSUE TO CLEAN MY LIMBS AND HANDS.
THOUGHT OF RUNNING TO THE BUS STOP TO STOP AND CONFRONT THE MAN HOW COME HE SNEEZED ON ME. BUT I GAVE UP ON THE THOUGHTS AND WALKED HOME.
AS I WAS WALKING I COULD SENSE EDGE OF MY SKIRTS DAMP AND THE LEGS WERE FEELING DIFFERENT SO I USED MY HANDS TO GIVE IT A FEEL
TO MY FARKING HORROR WET STICKY PHELGM HE SPITTED OUT FROM HIS FARKING THROAT..
THIS IS SO FARKING UNHYGIENCE BARBARIC ACT, HIS MOTHER DID NOT GIVE BIRTH TO A SON BUT INSTEAD A SOW. HE IS FARKING UNEDUCATED THAT BUSES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPIT AND HE IS FARKING LUCKY I DID NOT DETECT IT AT TIME OTHERWISE I WOULD CONFRONT HIM AND PUT HIM TO TASK LIAO. I WOULD ASK THE BUS DRIVER TO DRIVE TO THE NEAREST POLICE NPP AT STREET 21 AND GET THE POLICE TO ENFORCE A PENALTY AND COMPENSATION ON ME. I HAVE WITNESS AND PROVE AND EVIDENT THAT HIS FARKING BACTERIA PACKED PHELGM IS STICKY WET ON MY SKIRT.
HE EVEN GAVE ME A LOOK WHEN I TURNED BACK, HE MUST HAD KNEW HE WAS IN TROUBLE. LUCKY HE ESCAPED IT ONLY!!
I AM CURSING YOU THAT U WOULD FALL TO DEATH WHEN U GET OFF THE BUS OR U GO DRINKING DEAD DRUNK AND U WALK AND TRIP TO DEATH NOW U BASTARD
I HAD TO FARKING USE MY HANDS TO WASH HIS STICKY WASTE OFF WHEN I CHANGED OUT. I AM CURSING U CHOKING ON UR OWN FARKING PHELGM NOW U BBBBBBBAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR
RDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OKIE NUFF SAID. NEVER LET ME BUM INTO ANOTHER BARBARIAN THAT DOES THIS ACT IN THE PUBLIC AGAIN I AM SO GOING TO MAKE SURE U PAY FOR IT EVEN ITS NOT AT THE EXPENSE THAT I WAS AFFECTED!!
ROGER AND OUT I WANNA GO EASE MY UNLUCKY DAY WITH SOME HOT SOUP~
p/s: this is indeed the best farking christmas gift... TO U U BASTARD: MERRY XMAS AND A FARKING HAPPY NEW YR OKIE AND MAY U CHOKE ON UR OWN PHELGM WHEN U GO TO BED ON NEW YR'S EVE AND DIE IN UR SLEEP!!!! YOU BASTARD FOR THE LAST TIME!!!!
Saturday, December 08, 2007
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8:28 PM
work dilemma.. i have made a decision but i am uncertain about it.
well tell me if u were me, would you?
(1) hold a 5days work week from 9-6pm, work 2 saturdays per month from 9-12pm. public holidays not required to work. work in a full fledge bank with more exposures and wider job scopes. gain minimum 2 yrs of experience before the promotion opportunities comes.
OR?
(2) work a 1-9pm shift daily mon to fri. work 3.30-9pm on a sat evening. required to work on public holidays. work in an smrt branch with limited work scope and higher chances of exposures to complain customers, screaming and banging in your face. which indirectly will raise your blood pressure and anxiety and shorten your life. but the chances of promotion can be sped up like in the next 6months time. and the room for negotiation for a pay hike and a shift allowance now would be provided.
we are now balancing between learning exposures, experiences to be gained, time committed to the jobs and the paypocket. you have to of course sacrify some to gain some.
but see i moved out from long hours to seek a regular hours but its only barely 6 months now i am moving myself back to the yo-yo hours. abit contradictoring right?
the money is of course an attractive bait and tell me who does not love those floral floral notes?
hmm i really dunno what's instore for me with the move.
but as per advised. since i've made the decision. i should bite the baton and move forward and excel. rather then dwelling on it.
now the next proceed would be paypack negotitation... whisper into my ears how much is too much to ask for? half a K is that too much to ask for?
Thursday, November 22, 2007
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11:57 PM
TATTOOS TURNS ME ON!
YES! it certainly does big time!!!
and NO! I did not do anyone with tattoos lately. never, not yet, may attempt to =x
BUT irregardless of the above I AM SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT SILENTLY THAT TATTOOS TURN ME ON!! *big time* =x
*goes into convulsions*
eh salah~ *goes into serenity*
one of my guy sales officer accidently allowed me to peered into his left ankle when he was sitted with residing pants and his green, grey and red "art" was presented right b4 the eyes.
cannot excuse my eyes like take a closer look but it was abrupt so i had to "tao tao siam" :X
the conversation with him revealed that he has the whole of his left calf painted and the right is still work in process.
this man is in love with paint.
the sad thing is the truth of his love for pain is a mega turn on for me :X
eh no shame in admitting this.. we all have needs. we all have preference.
tattoo is a mega turn on for me at current :X
then again it has to be rightfully placed with the artsy fatsy touch on a somewhat refined man.
no ah beng ah seng cum ah long here can do the job.
we are addressing an ah beng used to be turned decent with proper taste for shirts, pants, tie cuff links, and leather shoes with nicely groomed hairstyle and a calf-ful of tattoos.
paparapap~ I'm lovin it~
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11:52 PM
made a trip to sim lim this week during my leave to search for that "special christmas" or u can call it a belated birthday gift.
but my trip was a fruitless one.
i cannot buy the cd i was looking for despite combing all the possible shops in details.
so to "you" i apologise. i cannot give you the "wow" factor this xmas =(
i tried i failed.
more attempts.~
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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1:46 AM
45mins after the movies.
i still feel very dense in my emotions
i think he left a deep 1 this time~
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1:22 AM
abit late but never too late to catch the jay chou movie secret.
simple plot, very easy to follow story line but superly touching.
i can still feel warm tears in the corner of the eyes now.
i cried when i knew she was treated as a psychic.
i cried when she was vandalising the wooden table with her last breathe.
i cried when she was saved from death with a slight crack on his face
and i am still f**rking crying more when i am recalling the scenes.
whats wrong with such a simple touching plot?
i think its just too touching that some tears cannot be spared but i cannot afford to "heavy downpour" with my surgeried eye.
but this mood now is the best mood to cry the heart out freely.
it would definately makes me feel better.
i wish i can cry my heart out now badly.. I'm holding them back
and what's with a shy boy next door singer used to be acting openly and freely now?
make people cry only~'
bad boy~~
