"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 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
Adeline
Alvin
Angeline
Cashew
Dogget
Dionnie
Faith
Ian
Janice
Jas Cheng
Jing
Kitty
Marcus A.C
Natasha
Skye
Spanky
Suzy
Yubo
ZhiQuan
Alvin
Angeline
Cashew
Dogget
Dionnie
Faith
Ian
Janice
Jas Cheng
Jing
Kitty
Marcus A.C
Natasha
Skye
Spanky
Suzy
Yubo
ZhiQuan
you can read me again and again
you can thank them
Layout: vehemencyIcon: reruntherace
Homeground: blogger
Friday, September 28, 2007, 9/28/2007 01:52:00 AM
got even song lyrics to sing along can.
Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.
Well, I never saw it coming.
And I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
From spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.
Well, I never saw it coming.
And I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
From spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
Well, I never saw it coming.
And I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
Well, I never saw it coming.
And I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
From spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I'm putting my heart back together,
'Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
Thursday, September 27, 2007, 9/27/2007 01:30:00 AM
it's like i keep shooting at my own feet, only to realize i have to clean up the bloody mess i created.good job jas. -shakes my own hand-
Sunday, September 23, 2007, 9/23/2007 11:30:00 PM
hello everybody, i am a facebook addict and a workaholic.show me the entrace to the F.A and the W.A. (facebooks anonymous and workaholics anonymous). together they sound like FAWA.
work's been fine, ups and down, either you get fucked or you don't. i attended this party then i got a free bottle of perfume for my dad's birthday. i know, i'm good at being cheap.
remember the young JT i was talking about, it turned out that he's not only young, he's also unprofessional. he got kiam pa look and kuai lan attitude. calls me the assistant of my artiste, nvm assistant i can accept. but what i can't accept is that he insults my artiste but yet hire them, works slow but expects fast from me, then talks in this slow drawl, cheebye. i want to slap his fuckin face.
i think i need help leh. i wake up every morning an angry person. need to wake up, angry. on the train, people block doors, angry. the weather makes you sweat, angry. come office, punch CARD, angry and i'm always late. dammit. btw. punch card can see i work more than 10hours, but got OT pay, no. people are forgetting to punch cards already, got difference, no. so seriously. i still stand my point that the system is fucked. i dont greet people good morning also cus what is so good about the morning.
anger management class needed!
do you know that exercising is healthy, esp tai chi. but do you even know those people who practices tai chi are in danger of having their chi passed to non-healthy people. because the latter will die of overdosed tai chi.
i can't wait to see it happen.
i know i told some people that i'll throw in the towel somewhere this month. but it is nearing the end and i have yet to throw it. because as everybody said, i want to hear what can they offer me first and i'm still pondering about my uncle's offer. besides i dont know what to do now, it's like neither here or there. so please, do me a favour and stop "reminding" me. it's annoying and think bout if i were to taunt you, will you like it also. i'll throw it someday but leave it to me to set my own time own target.
do you ever get that feeling when you are talking to some friends, your tone or your body language just puts up this automatic defense mechanism? like you're seemly open but yet you are not revealing anything anymore? like you prefer to touch on more shallow stuff because you know whatever you say about yourself, you just get shot down? i'm having that, quite sad cases actually.
i have this friend, she used to be quite close but ever since she went to a bigger company, she became showy. not that i mind initially, but when she starts to comment the way i dress, starts to compare brands (well, not that i have any), starts to just annoy me in every possible way really, i just don't feel like talking to her anymore. and seriously, i don't really give a flying fuck on whether is dkny perfume or coach stuff worth buying.
sometimes i wish people would have better EQ.
i've been 3 dreams about the older JT this month. i think i'm goin insane like fucking suppressed emotions issit. he can don't call you for weeks then pop back in your life like one swift convenience sake. my friend has deduced this analogy that he actually wants my attention and i seem to be the only that is giving to him. so i must hang like char siew, to give the best meat to people who deserve it. -.-" anyway tonight goes:
him : "you awake" - 10 mins later
me : "yea"
him : "oops yea, sorry. good night"
KNNCCB. i therefore conclude that i'm the most stupid person alive. i mean i should ignore him right, like wtg should i go reply him. i'm like seriously pissing myself in the pants. god jas, so low, so stupid. ok i'm cool, it's like those hell hath no fury scorned situation now. he's an asshole. i'm stupid. don't worry about me, i'm just doing the good ol bitching.
i wonder why all names start with j ends with n have to be imbeciles.
i.need.to.let go and get laid. i think i said this like 1000000 times.
can i say that the week already sucks.
cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
and live in hillltop houses driving fifteen cars
the boys come easy and the drugs come cheap
Saturday, September 08, 2007, 9/08/2007 11:11:00 AM
what goes around comes around.a full vicious cycle.
Monday, September 03, 2007, 9/03/2007 12:30:00 AM
my office will implement a punch card system startin tomorrow!questions:
1) if we come back on weekends, are we going to punch cards and get OT pay out of it?
2) if we come in late in the morning and leave late in the night and we punch, does it still equal to the 8 hours day rule?
3) if we lose our card, got fine?
4) what does the system encourage and what can it do to us?
5) most important qn, GOT OT PAY? no point stayin OT and when claiming hours/$$, got asked stay back for what.
for fuck's sake. can the office get any dumber. using a coporate trick. WE ARE GOIN TO BE TURNED INTO A FACTORY!
obviously they mistaken me for someone who gives a damn.