i've got a new rant space. ask me where. nicely.

Work is really starting to take a toll on me. Everyday I come to work, knowing that I'll have to do the same things, handle the same complains, see the same people, work with the same people. And then I think to myself is this how I want my next few years to be? Im starting to fall into a vicious cycle. Wake up-->work--->lunch--->work--->go home-->go on msn--->sleep--->wake up--->work.......You get what I mean. I don't even dance as much anymore.

If on average, a person works 8 hours a day, 20 days a month (assuming a 5 day work week), and takes 15 years to become a CEO, Can I work 8 x 20 x 12 x 15 = 28800 at a shot and become a CEO? And assuming I work 12 hours a day, it would only take me 2400 days to become a CEO. How convenient. I dont mind working 12 hours a day for 6 years if i get to be a CEO. Then I can retire at like 30?

Dance nationals is this Saturday. Do drop by Hougang CC if you are free. Entrance fee should be at $25- $30 per pax including dinner. I feel like an old hag

Yesterday,

I had my chest ripped open and heart violently smashed into pieces. But I also had a sinfully delicious box of sins chocolate as well as a fantastic dinner at Vanash. So im ok. I think.

Recently i've grown to like thinking. Its syndromes of living in self denial. Denial that everything is going to be ok. and that everything will go my way. Can I eat chocolates and not grow fat? Can I still grow taller? Can I turn back time and undo things I wish I didn't do so my heart doesn't break into a zillion pieces everytime something or someone reminds me of it?

Words are like nets- We hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they cant posibly hold that much joy, or grief, wonder. Language only takes you this far. And then, you've got to figure the rest alone. You, or the person that has to understand.

Emilene is flying off to India this Sunday for 6 frigging weeks. I hope I don't die without her. Girl, if you are reading this, I just want you to know that my world would collaspe and my time would stop and and and and....i'll miss u. See you on Sunday morning.

Is a jealous woman an ugly woman?

or

Is an ugly woman a jealous woman?

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