"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
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Monday, November 05, 2007, 11/05/2007 12:43:00 AM
me and my colleagues are no longer botak jones virgins, since trying out last wednesday. the initial plan was to order just 4 main courses for the 6 of us, but by the time we reached the place, we got so hungry that each of us had one main. may i casually mention that you go there unless you are either ravishingly hungry or just want to gain 10kg. my colleague claimed that she got abrasions on her tongue after eatin the cajun chicken and i laughed till i cried. you don't see that happening at all. -.- go there during lunch, eat massive portions, go back office and sleep. yea, maybe we should.me and my colleagues are no longer fish therapy virgins, since trying out last thursday. they imported all these little fishes from turkey and they feed on your dead skin. especially if your feet/hand is callous, the fishes go wild. like they should make a video "fishes gone wild". you'll feel extremely ticklish in the beginning but after a while, you get a mild electrocuted feeling. it's quite therapeutic actually. my feet got really smooth and i couldn't stop touching them. judging from their faces, you thought they are having orgies with their feet. check out www.kampongfishtherapy.com
do you know what makes me cringe? seeing corporate people getting so mighty during the day and getting so stupid during the night. i was at some mighty club event on saturday night and the theme was moulin rouge. you see those rich people, dressing up, some as hookers which i think they secretly wanted to be all their lives. one actually won best dress where she was wearing a black get-up apparently without a bra because there was nothing behind. she was fat, short and stubby, i bet she's someone important. free flow of alcohol makes people stupid, whether ur powerful or rich. i see those women drunk, abusive and loud. it's quite disgraceful actually. the client who was handling this event has got to be the sleaziest i ever met, it's the younger jt, god what a douchebag. he got drunk and tried to be extra friendly, and whenever he whispered in my ear, i'm like wtf u want. he defines sleazy bastard. too bad he's the client and still owes me 50% of the payment, if not i could have slapped his mother fucking face.
somehow, i got time to attend the hey baby! event. i have never seen so many babies gathered in one area before. imagine if they all cry. i have learnt from today that
i would never make my child participate such things, imagine the humiliation they go through. insisting that your child is cute when he/she is not, making them wear princess outfits when they are not. those parents have got no shame, making money off them. spiderman outfit, bumblebee outfit i can understand. TIARA with flurry little bits, wtf. ironically, sometimes i do need such children because my job needs them. oh, what a sad world.
my friend just told me she dreamt that she was a lesbian. i told her i dreamt of myself making out with another woman, naked. i woke up, going wtf was that. and it's not my subconcious talking, please. i love men too much to give my up sexuality. but just a clear note, i don't condemn gays or lesbians. in fact, i enjoy their company loads. somehow my close gay friends said i'm an open homophobic or conversatively open. which i don't deny because i can get a little. but as long as they understand, i'm good. i love everybody, well it depends on the moment when i don't harbour murderous thoughts.
i walked past a pet store today and actually observed that hamsters can't stop moving and chewing. it's like they got this massive energy all day, always chewing and moving their mouths. don't their jaws get tired. a good rabbit cost $400 to $500, i wonder how much they cost if you adopt from the house of rabbit association. i can't afford to raise a pet, i dont even have time for myself, i'll kill it in no time.
which then brings me to my point. where is my love life? what love life?
i know it's a week late but congratulations to yvan on her beautiful wedding! also, this is very late but congratulations to aisha for her baby girl! god, i need to see your little girl, i'll get u cool stuff but no little pink flurry things k. congratulations to my dogget also! for being "creative"
I had 5 neck to neck events this weekend and i'm on the point of exhaustion.
"how did you get to paradise?
you let go, you left all that behind, you refused to remember. you let the dark in. you let your head become a ruined flower bed, overrun by rank growth, coarse and ugly as castor beans on a neglected hillside, monstrous and throbbing with cancerous life, the red and green poisonous leaves, the spiny testicles of its seedpods. your black thoughts colonized you like a disease, the absence of faith most of all."