something of interest...

oh sexism... ...

wth...

noticed i've been using this one with utmost frequency..

i am kinda off key.. off.. alot of things.. well.. things seem alright..

seem cos.. thigns are hardly on their own.. and some how thee whole domino is falling..

and alot of the not in control part.. makes me wanna tear my hair out.. somewat..

there is always this animosity that exist between the environment i am in and me..

quite simply i would be better off dead.. well at least the thot is on my mine.. quite often..


i mean i have friends. but sometimes i wonder.. are they?? i try not to doubt.. but sometimes
my insecurities gets the better of me..

well work could not be better.. i mean the work like work work.. its the everything else about work

that is getting through my neck and out my throat..

cos i dunnot know how to please pple around me i guess..

shikes..

everything starts with "s" and ends with a "t" and it isn;t soot..

its like being hung over a gigantous bed of 15 inch sharp needles.. and all you have is that spiderweb for

thread holding it out...

any moment.. it may snap and me to my "INEVITABLE"..

and then i still would have to be at work..

so its work as usual..

wat a way to put it..

nuclear..

omg..is it me..

out that day.. lunch.. thot wat the hell..
should be able to handle it.. but it turn out
i was so wrong..

so so wrong..

turned up at carls jr.. instead of the reg sandwich bar sorts. and i gave in to my temptations.. hahaha..

well its time.. for my appetite to shrink..i was there deciding..
should i or should i not.. in the end i did.. i ordered the new
pastrami double.. and ouch it was fantastic.. it was really meat
lovers fantasy.. it was so meaty.. it was to die for.. then i realised..
after the burger i was doned.. i had no more space left..
i am stuffed..brimmed.. out.. ..


well enuff of my gastronomic happening...s


well pple out there. i have to admit.. that i am officially weird..

i fell in love with something i know i should not have...

pple normally see me like some sick pile when i blabber on about romance..

and right now i thing it just got worse..as in new stuff like you've got mail

wat women want.. lake house... etc etc is cheesy and romantic and so mushy that

no man macho enuff would be able to stomach.. well..

i am officially smitten by elizabeth bennett..

quite like mr collins.. except perhaps he is alittle more dope than me,,

or perhaps i am taller.. hahaha


well elizabeth bennett is the lead from "pride and prejudice"

and i was never into these.... it was kinda boring to me.. but

it was amazing.. all off a sudden i felt like i was kathleen kelly

from you've got mail.. "i've read pride and prejudice about 500 times.."

well not that many times.. but it was amazing.. kinda obtuse.. but

plenty satisfying for a gush nut like me..

too bad i am not mr darcy material.. sigh..well at least i am not mr. wickham..



for all the mr and misses.. please just read it.. i'll know you;ll love it..

till i blog again..

i am dead.. beat that is..

contract at work is soon to end..

or to be started again..

the singapore government.. or rather mindef's "efficiency" is pretty doubted..

i mean how long does it take for something like a piece of paper to reach one end of the island to the other..??

well in mindef's words.. two months.. quite testy..agonizing even i should guess..

well.. lets see... chances are i am goign in for ns.. around next year.. or worse.. during christmas..

then here comes.. the other part.. my contract is to end.. but should i continue or not.. well something

knocked me on the hollow pot i so heave around and call my head.. i actually said i wanted to go on..

well its not all bad..

well eventually i would take a break before i finally go to ns..

in the mean time it would be work work..and work..



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time shall tell...

the search is still on..sigh.. stil on..

misc misc..

AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!


i so wanna die right now. i was thinking of her... her.. and her.. and more her.. and still her..


i slept at 4 last nite..


and if it weren;t my dad i would be still in front of my com watching brainiac and top gear blabbering away...

well.. i feel like a ripple in a pond.. and some person .. not really a moron.. but yes.. imagine someone periodically throwing..and the ripples keep getting bigger andd bigger.. and as it swells.. it gets worse.. i feel i wanna die..

its like dangling a ball infront of a cat.. i am the cat.. and she would be some thing kinda like the ball??and i am dead...

dying.. can someone kill me please..wack me with a perogi ...gosh...

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well... please spare me.....


i dunnoe if i miss things or i dread missing them.. somehow i kinda feel its beeen a chunk of me.. sorta...


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