"trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother-fucker's reflection."
you can let the sun in

Six billion of us walking the planet.
Six billion smaller worlds on the bigger one.
Shoe salesmen and short-order cooks who look boring from the outside
- some have weirder lives than you.
Six billion stories, every one an epic,
full of tragedy and triumph,
good and evil,
despair and hope.
You and me - we aren’t so special, bro.

you can say something

you can enrich your mind
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Jing
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    Sunday, September 24, 2006, 9/24/2006 12:34:00 AM

    i have a thing for corn. i love cup corn and corn flavoured ice cream, they make me corny. [ha ha]

    anyway i have survived my first week at fly. u know to aptly describe my situation, i think this is the best way.
    [i'm being thrown into the deep dark waters, with a safety buoyant at the side. it's always within my reach but you're not really allowed in it.]
    this job is all bout managing, interacting, sucking up, being deep in the shallow industry. which i like. i think. i mean i can't judge that well, it's only been a week. we'll see. anyway if i ever do become shallow i mean really shallow, tell me in my face that i'm a bitch will u. and i was so impressed with my big boss's speech to me, i'm officially in awe of her. she's so different from her tv persona, so inspiring, so cool. i know~. besides i've got to memorise the bloody profiles/cvs of my artistes, got a test to ace and impress the shit of her.

    i'm beginning to feel i'm in "the devil wears prada". BUT. i should rename to "the devil endorses marie france". ooo u know, my immediate boss wants me to lose weight by 6 months. i find it so amusing, besides do u know u can sue if u get fired just for being fat fat. i know, amazing. and i'm tryin to lose la. -_-" i'll keep it real yo.

    u know what's amazing still. finding out your ex form teacher has his own company and it's only 5 mins away from your office. I KNOW. he has his own consulting company, gonna publish his own book soon, still look good and his son is like 6 years old already. 6?!!!!! i'm gonna look forward to lunches, well not often but it'll be cool aint it. AND NO, I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM. im' still reeling in how coincidental it was. fer sure.

    i feel like buying a gold watch. like for all the bling i can get. a gold watch is so damn fuckin cool, esp citizen ones. heh. i had this awesome experience with some damn cool [so they say because of the music they listen to - portishead's music to fuck to and some other INDIE bands la] people. but really. they cool. luke's cool too, if i were to stay where he's staying?!!!! hell, i'll be cool as the bling on his diamonds.

    i entered desker road's little red light district based on the notion that the brave 3 guys w'ld protect me if shit did happen. it was not as hot as geylang though. so 4 of us, young little greenhorns, explored and walked. hookers were seen sitting down, waiting, baring, ah peks were walking, selling things you dont see in your friendly condom shop. so much more than condoms, fake dildos, fat fake breasts pads. i was scared shitless and amazed at the same time. we didnt drive, we walked! it was so first hand experience. and if i was so a guy and in desperate need to fuck, i wouldn't go there. if ur looking for fat, old, fat, old, big ones, then ur in luck.[accidental poem huh]supposedly the other lane was much more happening but we couldn't get in cus got one uncle with such an poodle(wtf?), he said "eh your all kids dont come in, go away, no gangbang here ah" wtf. do we look like we're lookin for one? maybe we are looking to see one, er.

    anyway we got a lil tramautized and had to find a pub with booze to let the experience sink in. i mean i kept thinking if i was a guy, do i really want to let them blow me or me enterin them. really? anyway barbaablackchic was ok, really heavy house/trance/electronic music makes me sleepy. but i thought they serve decent vodka lime there.

    bah. pun, pun.




    Sunday, September 17, 2006, 9/17/2006 01:11:00 AM

    i'm goin to fly.

    and i wonder why people crack up each time i say that.

    then they'll add "eh, now airline standard drop ah?"

    basket.

    oh, if only there's money to be earn by getting rid of your infatuation.




    Wednesday, September 13, 2006, 9/13/2006 12:53:00 AM

    you know what makes me smile.

    friends who go

    "hey, i haven't talk to you in a while" - basic hello. absolutely makes your day.
    "hi, still remember me?" - when this came from someone i know a great deal. funny.
    i can't wait to meet him again, really. heh

    and more.

    jason's 32!




    Tuesday, September 12, 2006, 9/12/2006 12:42:00 AM

    i'm itching all over and all i want to do is to scratch the living day lights out of my skin. if that makes sense. i am sure i do not have the 7 year itch [insert wild laughter] so what the fuck causes it?!!! every single night i'm scratching like mad, do you think i have fleas. is it possible for humans to have fleas.

    i'm so itched and screwed.

    the older i grow, the more problems i have. i'm so aging. who says being in the 20s is in the peak? huh huh.

    friday. like friday is the day. i've done some wonderful collages as farewell gifts. i mean i dont want them to kiss my ass la, am i that mean. but i do hope they do like it because it comes from my heart, all true and sincere, causing me to lose sleep and spend money on the frames and photos. oh, i do hope they like it,really.

    i'm still scratching.

    we wanted to eat sambal stingray as a sign of respect to mr irwin but then we just had to go to maxwell for cheap beer and fab company. gee. i wondered who suggested so. hmm. but the thought was scrapped as we settled for all right ambience and all right beer but fab company still. besides it's my prospective best friend's pre birthday celeb that night so all things should go to his flow. which, doesn't really in the end. now i am recalling ikan pari and the horny fisherman's story. speaking of horny. here's my version of brokeback mountain, sorry i mean pole. brokeback pole. straight up.


    somebody, un-scratch me!


    people tell me i have a child-like grin. like i dont want to grow up. i tell them it is true. i'm a good faker, i fake at everything. woohoo. besides i wanna be a little narcisstic today.

    the itch has gone to my brain! like itch attack!

    i think i am obsessed with jason from my agency. his voice makes me smile like an idiot and i can be one all day long. i dub him the alluring voice. i am not kidding. the way he speaks, you'd imagine things he'd say to you in bed, everywhere. i think he makes a good sex phone operator. did i mention he called me for a 20sec voice therapy, like just to hear my voice? (oh,lol) i think he's ugly though. nice voice = not really pretty boy. or u think he's gay.

    the voice. absolutely. the no.1 shallow procrasinator cheapo nana. absolutely.




    Monday, September 04, 2006, 9/04/2006 04:24:00 PM

    Australian 'crocodile hunter' Steve Irwin killed by stingray


    World-renowned Australian "crocodile hunter" and television environmentalist Steve Irwin has been killed by a stingray on the famed Great Barrier Reef, police said.

    The iconic Irwin, 44, known for his enthusiastic handling of even the deadliest of wildlife, was killed when a stingray barb punctured his chest during the filming of an underwater documentary off the coast of the northeastern Australian state of Queensland.

    "It is believed that Mr Irwin collapsed after being stung by a stingray at Batt Reef off Port Douglas at about 11:00 am (0100 GMT). He had been filming a documentary," a statement from the Queensland Police Service said.

    "After being stung by a stingray, his crew called for medical treatment and the Queensland medical helicopter responded, however Mr Irwin had died," the statement added.

    Stingrays have several sharp and highly toxic barbs on their tails that they use to defend themselves when they feel threatened.

    "(They) are also like a bayonet, like a bayonet on a rifle," Australian wildlife filmmaker David Ireland said. "If it hits any vital organs it's as deadly as a bayonet."

    Ambulance service officials said Irwin had suffered a puncture wound to the left side of his chest and he was immediately pronounced dead.

    Police said the larger-than-life Irwin's family had been informed of his death. Irwin was married to US-born Terri Irwin and the couple had two children aged eight and three. Irwin's widow was informed of his death while hiking in Tasmania, police said.

    The garrulous animal-lover's rallying cry of "crikey" when faced with a crocodile, snake or ferocious-looking spider, made him an Australian icon across the world.

    His "Crocodile Hunter" show, in which the tousle-haired adventurer appeared in his trademark khaki shorts and shirt, was first broadcast in 1992 and has been shown around the world on the Discovery cable network ever since.

    His outspoken persona became so popular that he won a cameo role in a Hollywood movie, "Dr Dolittle 2," starring US comic actor Eddie Murphy.

    Irwin, who was born in the southern Australian city of Melbourne, was raised in Queensland by parents who owned small reptile park that he would eventually take over.

    The young Irwin became a crocodile trapper, ridding residential areas of their reptilian threats for a fee.

    Irwin's fearless approach to the animal kingdom however provoked international outrage when he involved his infant son in one of his death-defying antics.

    In early 2004, he fed a four-metre (13-foot) crocodile with one hand while clutching his baby son Bob in the other during a show at his Australia Zoo reptile park on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland state.

    But Irwin was unrepentant when confronted about the incident in an interview. "What I would do differently is I would make sure there were no cameras around," he said.

    "I will continue to educate my children and the children of the world so they don't go into the water with crocs."

    Australia immediately mourned the loss of one of its best-known sons, with shocked radio listeners and television viewers calling in to express their grief and disbelief.

    Foreign Minister Alexander Downer, who used a photograph of his family at Irwin's zoo on his official Christmas card last year, praised Irwin, who has appeared in public service announcements and worldwide events aimed at promoting Australian tourism.

    "The minister knew him, was fond of him and was very, very appreciative of all the work he'd done to promote Australia overseas," a spokesman said.

    And Queensland's Tourism Minister Margaret Keech summed up Australia's reaction to Irwin's sudden death.

    "He's done so much for Australia and he'll be missed by the entire world," she told Sky television