Out Of Words.

(edited)

One Year Ago, This Year,
"Let's show our BRACES!"
The SWEETEST ever.

Oh Yes, incidents worth remembering on the way to Zong's,

Incident No. 1:

"That guy looks like he's going for the party."

"Oh yeah, and he's walking in that direction too!"

**

Then at Zong's,

"Hey, seems like the red shirt guy isn't here afterall."

"Oh yeah, hahaha."

Moments later, he walks out from the toilet.

"Omg, hahaha"

Incident No. 2:
"Oh no, what if we really bump into them while we're walking in?"

"Actually I think they'd cab in."

"Well, okay. I'll just check to see if they're alighting from any bus."

And while walking,

*FREEZE*

"Ohmygawd, do you hear a cab?"

"Ohmygawd, yes."

"Ohmygawd, the cab stopped."

"Ohmygawd, do you think it's them?"

"Ohmygawd, I don't know!"

*turns around slowly*

"I SEE TIFF, I SEE TIFF!"

"Ohmygawd, let's runnnnn!!!"

*scrambles into some side road which leads to houses

"Eh wrong one, wrong one!"

"Okay, nvm, let's hide!"

And so, we called Tiff,

and YES IT WAS THEM.

BUT Zong was blindfolded, and had Ipod shoved in his ears so he couldn't hear.

Phew,

In the end, the minor tip off wasn't caused by us!

Happy Birthday, Zong.
You are BLESSED indeed. In all ways. (:

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Sun/Mon at her balcony (we wanted to include the stars in the sky, but yeah a little too ambitious)

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Today, I wanted to shop but didn't get much,
visited Central and felt more like we were in an abstract building with Harry Potter escalators that connected across the buildings,
went To The Left, To The Left to Chinatown,
left my poor company bored and clueless and dizzy among the shimmery beads and charms,
transported back to old times sitting in coffee houses having traditional Chinese desserts,
shopped at Auntie places,
came home and gorged myself stuff,
watched A Walk To Remember,
continued picking photos up from the floor cos they're falling off again and again,
renamed my music files (this time on WMP) for better orientation,

ROAR.

Capsulized.

That's what a week of strawberryjampeachcheesecake, mashmallowbrownies, ondehondeh, coconutkueh, bananaricekueh, donuts, haagendazsicecream, eighthoursofsittingdown, noexercise,
did to me. ):

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One day, I'm gonna end up wearing my MONDAY shirt to work on every other day but Monday because I'm losing track of my days.

Foreign.

Gosh.

I Must Have Left You At Home,

This is how my week passes:

Monday: Omg, sian.
Tuesday: Okay, once it's Tuesday, the rest of the week will pass fast.
Wednesday: Hooray, mid week.
Thursday: Yess, today's gonna pass fast and it'd be the weekends.
Friday: I SMELL THE WEEKENDDS!

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So we dined as PS (Project Shop) Cafe at Paragon yesterday. Yummy food(: and Excellent company, where the waiter felt strangely familiar to Piuzy. I thought Crabasking Dingwhat her real name is, was really classic, and yes, we didn't take any photos ): Pity.

Hong Kong Cafe on Monday. (Where THREE's a company, FOUR's a crowd? HAHA!)
Been trying different outlets all the time, but the food is either too oily, or too salty. And waiter, there's a fly in my soup iced milk tea. >=(
We took photos, yes we did. Too many times before we could fit all 3 of us into a picture perfect shot. Hilarious.

Oh yes, and I want to openly declare that,
NGHUEYSIISABITCH.
And just for the records, she's NEVER sitting in my car when I get my license.
Whether I pass on the first attempt or not. NEVER!! nyehnyeh.
I can't wait anyway. 1 more month!!

Note to Self: Evening bus lane hours have changed from 5pm to 8pm.

Ps: Okay I decided to try the adsense thing. If you're nice, please just click on it! Apparently, it helps you earn money. I've no idea how it works. Just thought I'd try. (: HAHA.

Perfection Like a Cherry on top of Your Sundae.

Having an early lunch today cos I'm not feeling well,
and I'm eating lunch in cos Sing's at Camp and Kai met another friend.
Got this in the mail today and it made me feel better, in all ways.

----
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who
let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the
ugly black one.

In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you
walked through the scary halls.

In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped
you stand up to the class bully.

In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you
wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.

In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a
seat on the back of the bus for you.

In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up
to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you,
so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.

In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let
you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but
didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you
shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan,
and found you a date to the prom.

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you
would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who
were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...

At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was
crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.


The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was
the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party,
helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents,
assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together,
you could make it through anything,
helped you pack up for university
and just silently hugged you
as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind,
and finally on those last days of childhood,
went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college
as well as you had these past 18 years,
and most importantly
sent you off to college knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you
the better of the two choices,
holds your hand when you're scared,
helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you,
thinks of you at times when you are not there,
reminds you of what you have forgotten,
helps you put the past behind you

but
understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer,
stays with you so that you have confidence,
goes out of their way to make time for you,
helps you clear up your mistakes,
helps you deal with pressure from others,
smiles for you when they are sad,
helps you become a better person,
and most importantly
loves you!


Last night was dramatic. But I thank God for Feiiers.

We Didn't Ask For This.

Interprete this picture,
and Figure what I'm trying to put down in words,
But am unable to.


Flying Ducks and Dying F(l)ucks.
I'm so gonna be murdered tonight.

Today, I bought a box of strepsils for 10$

"Wth, why you so ngiao one!"
"I'm money face what, cannot meh?"
"Fine la, you want me to pay you back? I'll give you ten bucks okay! Pay then pay."
*crushes and throws the red note*
"Wah, you throw money at me, I sure take la!"
"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BITCH!!!!"
"Yeah, I'm a bitch what. And I like it."


OMG SAVE ME PLEASE.
I'm So x34o363833 pissed I just threw my pieces of fruit at her I still have to clean it up later. BITCH!

Not like this will help me feel any better, but seriously. BITCH.

She says She has Nothing against You,

Yesterday for breakfast, I got to choose between:

• 4 types of Donuts
• Ondeh ondeh
• Mashmallow brownies
• Strawberryjam peach cheesecake
• Custard cream puffs
• Apple cranberry Cookies

Well, I didn't take photo of the brownie nor the cheesecake, so here's the ondehondeh that was heavenly, but exploded when I bit into it, haha, and the cookies my sis bought from Esplanade that costs 28$ (SIAO)

And here is the one month old, Riesia,
And 2 deadly potions that kept us company til almost three in the morning,

Would love to post a picture of MANSON but it's not too clear,
and I'm embarrassed over my emo/morbid turn ahlianxz nails. ):

There Is Comfort In The Sound

This is how the conversation started:

feel, phil. says:
shes called manson!
feel, phil. says:
as in, marilyn manson hahaha
feel, phil. says:
and i painted my nails to match her HAHA
tmunkie. says:
who is>?!
feel, phil. says:
bruce's sister
tmunkie. says:
omg are you talking to me?
tmunkie. says:
oh
tmunkie. says:
HAHAHAHA
tmunkie. says:
HAHAHAHAHA
feel, phil. says:

tmunkie. says:
wth
feel, phil. says:
that was DAMN funny
tmunkie. says:
i was like
tmunkie. says:
WHO IS???!!
tmunkie. says:
was i offline?
feel, phil. says:
hahaahaha
feel, phil. says:
i dont know maybe i didnt get it

**

Then later,

tmunkie. says:
i got no nail polish
tmunkie. says:
-.-
feel, phil. says:
I HAVE I HAVE
feel, phil. says:
haha
tmunkie. says:
i dont think i will see you forever
feel, phil. says:
i agree
feel, phil. says:
haha!

Postal Service.

Seeing double?
The second's a replica of the first.

You've got to be the cutest, really. -- "I want a box of this, *shows photo"
And the sweetest.

Thanks Postman in Blue! (:

If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.

I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CAN'T DENY. (Or is it cannot lie?)

***

You know,
You're like an old flame I can't get over,
just that You're not a flame, You're a flower.

Ps: Thanks to the tempting website yesterday, I baked StrawberryJamPeach Cheesecake. HOHO HEAVENLY.
I'm on my way to Fatdom, and the Picture, considering all I do is sit and eat. =D

Pps: Welcome home, Army boys!

Where?

I wonder if looking at pictures alone are enough to make you grow fat, cos you start hallucinating about all the yummy cakes and cookies that you start craving for them.
And aren't cravings meant to be satisfied? (:


BOO. I've concluded my blog's bloody boring. See, alliteration to emphasize my point.

Champagne from a Paper Cup

Yesterday puts a full stop to my long tuesdays and thursdays every week,
and hectic rush from bugis to town twice weekly.
Though Thursday may still remain forever long and busy,
at least I no longer increase the risks of my lungs turning charcoal black.
2nd hand smokers are at much greater risks than smokers themselves.
(Talk about smoking, the quit smoking advert is downright gross and disgusting)

Goodbye cigarette smoke filled underground hideout, butt freezing seats and smelly "China-toilets" (quote, unquote some random woman). (and Ryan!!) HAHA.

It called for a celebration of liberation with BAGUS silken soft taohuay from Rochor Road (though the Hot one is undeniably better than the cold one) for supper, you tiao (which ought to be called oil sticks instead of dough sticks in English), and some time spent with bff and bf (haha) before I never get to see her twice a week anymore.
And the busride home where I bumped into Mr. Yoong, yoh! Funniest shit.

Oh, and their eggtarts are like YUMMY x94827593470

Ps: The 3 "guys" at work yesterday are the Telephone, the Fax machine, and the Dell Computer respectively. HAHA. I was just bored la, really.

Soul Meets (No) Body

People always talk about how exciting getting a new job is,
meeting new friends, doing new things, earning moolah, learning new methods.

Today, I will not bore you further with the almost similar blog entries of every student on vacation, or uni undergraduates-to-be.
Today, instead of the usual, "I made this new friend called XXX." or the usual "I'm so bored at work, I surf XXX.com everyday"

I will tell you about a few colleagues I hate at work:

1) NEC.

So Nec's this white dude, who's like, really long.
And what I hate about him is that, he's really loud. And it hurts my ears sometimes.
He's quite vital to this company, but I don't really interact much with him. Sometimes I wish I never need to work with him, cos I hate how we're too much in contact. He likes red alot, he's always flashing his red bling IN MY FACE, like "WARNING WARNING".
Omg, like that's not irritating enough, Nec's always getting himself in knots so I've to entangle him all the time!

Nec's like really inefficient too. But I know I shouldn't be blaming him cos,
He's just the middleman, man. I've to go through Nec, who goes through Singtel, to get to the other side.

Just for today, I hate Nec. He's like, cranky and temperamental, he refuses to put me through to the other side!

2) I can't be bothered to know his name

Whatever this guy's name is, but I haven't worked with him for quite some time already. Once, I had to spend an entire morning and afternoon at work with him, I nearly died. My fingers were sore and my ears were ringing. What's worse is, I don't get to sit while working with him. He's born like that, so I know I shouldn't be blaming him, but. He's plain irritating. Like seriously.

3) Dell

Dell's black. And he's huge. Bigger build than 1. and 2. But he's also flatter.
This guy's totally unresponsive. But I see him everyday and work with him all the time.

He's more efficient, though sometimes he daydreams alot. But I think he's out to harm me. Not intentionally, but gradually and inevitably. SIGHHH.

anyway,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELISA! =D
AA FOR LIFE!!

Different Names For The Same Things.

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

**

MY EYESIGHT, MY EYESIGHT,
OH I'M BECOMING A PERMANENT SPECKY COS I'M TURNING BLIND.

(censored) Uni application and ignorant/unhelpful/impatient parents (and daughter)
I'm sorry lappie, I shouldn't have taken it out on you.

My tigers are squeaking.


Oh, Happy Birthday MitcheL!! (if you see this!) (:

DREAM SCREAM (!!!!!!!!)

I guess I've had enough answers from God,
and I really should follow them.
Though once again, it's an unwilling turn to a side road God wants me to make,
just like the other, which has YET to turn out to be any better.
Yet, so I'm still hoping things would take a change.
And for this time, I hope it'd start good, end good.

I am really, literally, SCREAMING MY DREAM.
Though I don't really know if it's truly my dream,
well, you get the drift.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERALD(:

Well, I just felt like doing this,

1. Kindergarden, spot a fellow saint(:
2. primary onee!!
3. My favourite glow-in-the-dark Bananas In Pyjamas tee & Najip Ali.
4. Sec 2 (Omg, zz don't kill me)
5. Sec 3 fishbowl photo.

***

They say the more time you spend together, they more you grow alike. In terms of speech, actions, reactions, and maybe even features.

My first time reliefing had teachers (our ex teachers!) calling me seefei,
and her first time reliefing had teachers (also our ex teachers!) calling her philicia.

My first trip to the bank without my Mommy, and the guy asked, "Sisters?"
And replied with "similar features" when I asked if we looked alike.

Well, but look alike or not, I LOVE YOU ALOT LA!
BLUE FOR CHEW. WE ARE COOOL.
(see photo above. WE ARE CHAMPS OKAY, don't mess.)

whaddahellamitryingtotellyou?

today, i write this with a heavy heart.
one of uncertainty, due to my greatest lack of faith,
yet one of utmost importance to me, my future, my life, my family, my friends.

helpless and confused,
we pray and wait.
for the light,
to guide and show us the way.

sometimes it turns green, you know to go.
sometimes it flashes red, you have to wait.
and when it's amber, you'd be unsure.
sometimes it's a right turn arrow, but not to where you want to go.

you drive along and reach a junction,
one way street's the only option.
it's not a decision,
you have no choice.

the most unwilling,
might just turn out the most fulfilling.

A Lack Of Colour

I'd never expect myself to be such a let down in everything I do.
From a student, to daughter, to worker, to in-charge.

Rebel as a student,
rebel as a daughter (well, not really cos my mom's really lenient).
(mini) rebel at work,
and yesterday, I rebelled as a teacher.

OMG. Am I hopeless.

I lost my voice,
together with all my Secondary school knowledge.

A Life Of Happiness, Or A Life Of Meaning?

In chronological order,
(btw, the colour of my food is supposed to be RED, not tomyam orange)

*
*

*
*
*

This Is What I Mean;

The full-time four-year undergraduate programme leads to Bachelor of Engineering (Materials Engineering) with direct honours.

VS

At the end of four years you will be conferred the degree of Bachelor of Engineering in Materials Science and Engineering.

See the difference?

And, can I have a fifth (haha) opinion on Projects&Facilities Management?

Queen of All Indecisions.

THIS IS BIG NEWS,
cos I've finally applied for A Uni. (uniapplicationsucksballs!)
Haha, One better than nothing anyway.
And this is SMALL NEWS,
you probably already know what my first choice is.
And my Sis is 99.9% convinced I am landing up there,
not because my grades are like, WHOA,
but because the course isn't that popular.
(DO YOU KNOW, if I do ever go there, I'll probably hate school. Our compound is like the freaking oldest and most lok kok, omg)

omg uniapplication sucksballs.


Leanne said, "I decided not to follow trends anymore, cos they go UP and DOWN."

My sentiments exactly.

I had meant to look through my uni courses again today,
and catch up on PB season 2,
but I spent half my afternoon shopping 60$ away.
WAHLAOEHKNSSAILA.

Anyone cares to buy me a new phone,
this phone is not even 2 year old la, basket.
so now if i dont reply your sms, you know why.

So It Is,

This is my workplace,
my seat,
my job,
the company,
(my stupid expression),
the not-too-bad view you can't see,

and me on my lazy days cos I'm just wearing a tee shirt.


Anyway before I forget:

1. Why did the Chicken cross the road? (To get to the other side)
   
2. Why did the Chewing Gum cross the road? (Cos it was stuck to the chicken)
   
3. Why did the Rubber Chicken cross the road? (To stretch its legs)
   
4. AND Why did the Chicken cross the playground? (To get to the other slide)
   

Figure the rest yourself!

A Movie Script Ending.

guess who i bumped into while having lunch at bugis just now!!
MAB!!!!!!!!!!! (:
My top malay scorer team mate! Heh heh.
But lunch was sinful. I am still full.


{EDIT}
And then I met QianX on the way to Cityhall,
Sugarfairy while queuing for dinner,
and Liu liang while Carrefour shopping.
Oh, what a day of coincidences(:
{/EDIT}

Feel again, Phil.

Just two nights ago,
I nearly sprained my ankle.
But I didn't.

Just two days ago,
I nearly fell sick.
And now, I have.

-

I'm not exactly THAT sick yet, but I still need to prevent myself from falling any sicker,
cos next Wed is going to be a day of voice projection.

No idea if the computer can track what I'm doing right now,
but G just saw me online shopping with SIX Internet Explorer windows open. (What else can I be doing right.)


& I caught 300, two days ago.
Maybe because everyone (like literally, everyone) was telling me how good it is, I got my hopes up too high, I thought it was all right. Better than those average battle shows, but not like THEEE BESTTT. Or then again, maybe it was cos of the LOUSSSYYY facilities and the LOOOUUUSYYY service that got everyone's seats mixed up (they printed duplicate tickets, what cheaters!) and distracted everyone for the first 5-10 minutes of the show. >=(

And just yesterday, I finally braced myself (after like, 2 weeks?) to tell R my intention of leaving at the end of the month but he wants me to WORK FROM HOME if I'm too tired to travel. Reason being he's very comfortable with me. OMFG.
#1: I thought he hates me/ thinks I'm incompetent.
#2: I don't want to work anymore! Not even at home! It's so weird.
#3: I rather do something more productive like, give tuition and make bigger bucks! Or watching tv!!! (not exactly productive, but still.)
#4: SPPPAARREEE MMEEEEEEEEEE PPPLLEEEAAASEEEE!
(E, I hope you're seeing this since now you have SO MUCH FREE TIME)


I've not been home anytime before 11 this week (maybe that's why I'm sick)
aka I haven't spent time with my mom.
Not counting this morning's conversation, I haven't spoken nor seen her for 3 days. OMG OKAY.

And anyway,
I'm still really confused over Uni Courses but I'm slowly eliminating my choices.
WHYYY is it that all the people I'm talking to are either
a) TOO SMART for my own good,
b) have conflicting interest as I do, or
c) confusing me more.

DOES ANYBODY WANT TO DO MATERIALS SCIENCE WITH MEEEEEEE.

This is such a brainless, rubbish, time wasting (both mine and yours) ENTRY.
I just felt like taking up your time reading this,
and mine typing this.
SOOOOOOOOOO, I shall end mindless works with mindless actions- EAT.
Time for lunch break! =D

AuntieAnneAddiction! -->Alliteration! (See what I mean?)

Papercuts and Piercing Alarms.

Today I was thrown a stack of paper as thick (that eventually become even more) as the length of my pinky to be faxed out.

At my jobs, it is the two extremes of the fax machine that I want to hear.
In the day, I want to hear that piercing sound signifying the successful delivery of the fax.
At night, I'd rather not hear any of that.
Oh, how contrasting.

But no matter what, I still hate fax, the fax machine, and all the noise it produces.

Movie after work, YAY(:

Happy POP/POC to those who've passed out! (:

I had meant to only pretend that I forgot,

But I guess I really did.

You're So Hot, You're Fogging Up My Specs.

I got Punk'd, yet again, today.
But if any consolation, I'm spending my weekends with the two favourite-st people,
and lotsa other random company we meet along the way.

I neeed to take more photos to capture every lovely moment before it slips through my fingers like sand.

-

And indeed, it is that which does not kill that makes us stronger.
That which was killed, shall perish and be non existent.
So should my patience for your childish petty revengeful decisions and antics.
I deserve neither of your punishment, nor blessing.
And neither do you deserve anything from me.
From sugar coated promises to sour cherried jealousy,
you are mean nothing more than just seven alphabets that form a name to me,
and nothing friends can even describe,
because now, I can finally use the term "EX-FRIEND".
And yes, that will be it.
I won't die from one less friend that will lead to maybe 10 less friends because you seem to have them under your control.
Like you said, we'll move on and find our own.
I know I will get over this by tomorrow, I just wanted to whine.
It doesn't mean anything to me anyway, losing you.


Well, emo shit aside, TIME REALLY FLIES!
To think I was still complaining that January passed really slowly (probably cos I was jobless and I did the same stuff everyday and spent every last drop of cash I had, haha!)
But we're already in March now!
The Jan batch of Botaks are POP-ing on Wed,
and the Ptp are enlisting this Thurs,
soon the Apr batch will be enlisting,
then Uni life will start (Honestly, it freaks me out)
and eventually, our seniors will be ORD-ing.

Half of Me wants time to fly, yet another wishes it'd just take its time to crawl like a snail running a 100m race.
But no, don't we all know we can't always have what we want?

Cos I'm the One who Loves You lately,

I remember exactly one year ago,
when it was the last day of the school term; the CCA Fair in school,
you came running in late,
us skipping the entire days' worth of lessons,
lost in our own time spent in the caf,
by the pillar and that faithful table under the green banner that read, "For Girls Who Dare",
I remember sobbing in your shoulders, over some silly reasons,
and you were my pillar of strength then, though you were going through a very tough ordeal yourself.

I remember the friendly we had (without you) that went well, cos we won 2 out of the 3 matches. And I was happy, cos I tried.
You weren't there, but I remember you rejoicing together with me, wherever you were.
And I remember when I was caught between letting my team down, or letting a friend who needed me then, you said you'd support me no matter what.

And I remember how you never left me that day, and shared my excitement over fhb's presence (haha, remember?) and calming me down when I was all flustered at the end of the day.

And it was then, that we decided to make this day, 10th March, ours.
We may have hell lots of ugly moments, but you know, it's that which does not kill that makes us this much stronger.
Like I told you in the message,
the only difference this year compared to the last, is that I love you so much more.
Happy Seetoh & Phil Loves Day. (:

(And of course I remember so much more that I've spent with you, like the night at camp we spent together laying on the track, star gazing and pouring our hearts out [photo above])


Ps: I swear work has killed my eyesight. All seems blur even with my specs on. OMGAWD. :(

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth;

Purple and Blue,
who are You?
Take a picture,
memories are forever.
Smiles like this,
Beats a kiss.
Black tiny hole,
No, not a mole.
Hide behind palms,
so you'll keep your calm.

Omg, so dumb. Just trying to make words rhyme while I'm waiting for more stuff to do at work. =D

And then there was three,

Dear Diary,
I'm sorry but I'll have to temporarily kiss you goodbye.
Well, not really a loong bitter goodbye,
but just a "I-won't-be-seeing-you-around-much-now" bittersweet goodbye.

10 hours of staring at the monitor at work is enough to kill my eyesight,
I refuse to come home and spend another 3 or 4 more hours killing my (already bad enough) eyesight.

Since I shifted from a cosy corner surrounded by cupboards, walls, and cockroach traps
to a totally-not-enclosed seat with people all around me and even the GM sitting behind me, separated by a glass panel, I can no longer laze around or idle my work life away.

Sooo, for now,
I'm going traditional! Penning down my thoughts, like literally.
And if you're lucky, you'll get a penny paper for my thoughts. HAHA.

Til then, good day!
And, I hope my eyesight won't deteriorate too quickly, like how yours might if you stay online too long yeah! HAHA.

My WestEast side Story.

Well, ignoring that the weather was a total bitch,
I got soaked though I had an (ugly) umbrella,
I had to brave the rain and walk through ankle-high flooded terrains,
I sacrificed my shoes and jeans,
I took a bus, a train, and ANOTHER bus all the way to the East,
I was at the doorstep,
She said, "No.",
I walked off, listening to repeated useless apologies,
was called back after walking off,
I flicked my Superman tag (Which I'm using as a bookmark) down the railway tracks,
I attempted jumping over a (orange coloured) puddle of rain water but I sucked so splashed it on myself,
lost 54756732$ on Blackjack,

EVERYTHING ELSE TODAY WENT PERFECT. (hur!)
If any consolation, at least I wasn't the one who had my Oreo milkshake splattered all over my shirt when I (maybe, violently) poked my straw. HEH HEH.


So, Today, today, I got punk'd by a Hongkong Family.
Fucken waste of my time. (AND MONEY. TRANSPORT FEE WAS LIKE ALMOST 4$!)

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Different inputs from different adults have led to much confusion,
and baby steps towards discouragement with every conversation.
To start, I'm merely a blind sheep waiting for my Shepard to guide my way,
No, make me a blind deer.
Simply because I've no-eye-deer. (No Idea)
An encouragement to pursue my interest contradicts the advice to do something beneficial that would eventually to a job guaranteed to make big bucks in the future.
In the first place, do I even know what my Interest is anymore?
The printed alphabets on that slip of paper reflects an interest contrary to what I truly enjoy.


I remember L saying he wants to be a millionaire by 31.
It may be a little ambitious for a dream,
but at least he has one.
What's mine?
(Get married by 29? Haha. LOSERRR)

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Amidst the conversation, lies the awkward silences and inevitable pauses we all wish to avoid.
I tried; it was not confiding, it was merely ranting and salvaging uneasy moments.
Will things, ever be the same again?

Wait.
How the hell did we wind up like this?
I miss you but I won't tell you. And this is not a confession.

Jehova Jireh.

It's all over, finally.
ALL OVER.
No more studying, no more waiting, no more panicking, no more anticipation, no more sleepless nights.
We've gone through it and came back to it.

But,
where do we go now, from here?


God, you've brought me a long way along,
please continue to show me the way.