Wednesday, April 30, 2008
<3 12:00 AM
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
<3 3:52 PM
Friday, April 25, 2008
<3 5:57 PM <3 11:02 AM
Friday, April 18, 2008
<3 10:12 AM
Monday, April 14, 2008
<3 10:21 AM
Monday, April 07, 2008
<3 9:31 AM
Friday, April 04, 2008
<3 5:12 PM
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
<3 8:40 PM
next to where it all started.
wondering why i never said no.
wondering why he never restrained himself.
wishing it was that night again,
wishing i could take it all back.
my skin, now salty from streaming tears.
that night seemingly replaying over and over again.
my heart pains.
filled with guilt, hurt and remorse.
please take this pain away.
independent office women?
throw a really cute baby into the equation.
haha. for the record.
i love babies.
they make me go weak in the knees.
it's just really really amusing.
although, who can resist valentina.
such a gem.
i'm bummed.
it's a little sudden, i guess.
haha. of course i saw it coming.
i even counted down to it. week after week.
what's sudden is probably that i will never be back here again.
i mean, from my past jobs,
i always had some reason to go back to say, "hi".
but, school starts on monday.
no one thinks it's fair.
trust me, i absolutely agree. haha.
but having things to do, and being busy, could be a good thing.
and not having full days of work, is definitely a good thing.
so, my take on attachment?
summer fling, maybe.
made my attachement interesting. and bearable.
i suppose, what happens during attachment,
stays within attachment.
after i leave for the last time, i'll be year 3.
embarking onto an old life as a new person.
it's like an end of another chapter in this soapish novel.
going back to life.
full time student and part time dance instructor.
if i still have my job, that is.
i have some work from may-july already though.
i think i've grown up.
i mean, put a 19 year old through what i went through,
i bet they'll grow up too.
you kinda have to, i guess. wallowing never helped anyone.
so onward i go. twenty i shall be. eventually.
simply because, september isn't here yet. heh.
you have probably read, if you actually read,
that i'm a very free person in the office.
so i blog-hop. and blog-browse.
and everybody's going on and on about wonderful club crawl.
how united they all feel now.
and how good it feels to belong in a club that feels like family.
i remember, you know.
i remember a time when i felt that way too.
it was not too long ago. when i had that feeling of family,
and unity. and thinking that i will never forget it.
funny thing though, i dont remember it anymore.
time to fish in the depths of my intelligents,
and hopefully catch a good IPP report in the next 3hrs.
and tonight, will be my second and last MB event.
MBC's second anniversary.
i think i got the best spot for attachment.
with much to take away from it.
a true learning experience, both in and out of the office.
and you hardly ever make it to work before 9.15
because you just cant figure out the bus schedule.
then when you finally do,
proudly reaching your desk at 9 every morning,
you realize that it's been 2 months and 2 weeks,
and you're attachment is pretty much over.
go figure.
which evidently has become my favorite phrase.
here on out.
i admire people who can find pleasure in watching the whole thing.
because, i still do not get it.
other than that,
bahrain grand prix was an interesting experience.
and belly dancers in sg have yet to prove me wrong.
belly dancers are not suppose to have six pacs.
it was utterly disappointing.
and, all the wrong things were shaking.
double cantoulopes, as someone called them.
it's called belly dancing,
not boob dancing.
please get it right.
whiskey and coke did not taste as bad as i remember it.
but i still stand by the fact that,
anything mixed with coke is not nice.
whiskey and ginger ale however,
is a totally different story.
my third glass though was all whiskey.
with just a little bit of ginger to add colour. heh.
now that, was bad.
i'm still not a fan, unless mixed with green tea.
whiskey is way too strong for it's own good.
but there wasn't anything else to drink.
and when the drinks are free,
i say "drink!"
and i actually had to nurse a hangover in the morning.
go figure.
i'm starting to believe,
i drink too much.
the starbucks in singapore has terrible cinnamon roles.
i miss the ones from malaysia.
erm, maybe that was coffee bean.
heh. i can't remember.
i am so ridiculously bored.
i haven't been this bored at work for such a long time.
there aren't even any newspapers for me to cut.
i miss the busy period.
like the past couple of weeks.
i need busy now.
you have no freaking idea how much i need busy.
and for anyone who is interested,
i'm single and fair game again.
not that anyone would actually be interested.
oh screw it!
never was very good at selling myself. heh.
and what is the point of all this again?
oh wait. what was i talking about?
and with that, i rest my case.
now i am free.
my God,
my Savior has ransomed me.
and like a flood,
His mercy reigns.
unending love,
amazing grace.
i have a bruise on my left ankle.
i kicked/stepped on myself while dancing yest.
i distinctly remember,
sometime back,
marc, jason and even seph,
or maybe even andy,
and i think colin too,
all laughing at my ability to step on myself while dancing.
absolutely convinced, i am the only dancer they know who can do that.
what can i say,
it must be a uniquely rare talent.
thus, it must be a good thing.
[false fully comforts thy self]