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?

p.s: cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly.

I am suppose to be working.

But I feel like hiding in the huge ass toilet to play my DS.

trauma centre rocks my socks

I think.

In everyone of us, lives an ahlian/ahbeng. And at some point of your life, they start to grow. then they die off. or so we choose to believe. Because,I think,my ah lian hasn't died. its pretty much alive and kicking in this little corner of my brian screaming @#$%%$#@. And yesterday it slipped out of my mouth when a woman refuse to let me sit down in the bus.

no im not pregnant. no im not old. no i didn't feel like fainting. But everyone else was seated! I would be doing myself injustice if i didnt grab a seat as well. that bitch decided to conveniently ignore me even after i shouted excuse me. twice.

I should welcome my inner lian with open arms. I think

Yesterday was Valentines day. Whilst many girls had a bouquet of flower warm around their arms, I had none. That was cause, I received TWO the day before! *chuckles* Thank You Bum bum for the huge bouquet of 9 roses. And to Mr Mysterious Man for the extremely cute bouquet of rose with balloon that said "kisses and hugs".

Valentines was great. i must admit it didnt start off uit as well as the initial plan of picnic didnt come thru. but I was glad that we manage to drag ourselves reluctantly to Sentosa. And God, it was packed. The sun was scorching hot as well.

First stop was at Dolphin lagoon. The performance was reallllly cute. It was a total out of the world experience when my Valentine paid for me to take a picture with the pink dolphins! They were a lil wrinkled thou. Not to mention I looked pretty fat. Well, who cares!

Next stop was to underwater world. They had a touch pool with all the different kinds of fishes. But I was too chickened out to touch any. At first. So i settled for the starfish. It looked like a piece of rock. And of course, felt like one too. I gave up on trying to touch the fishes, so i wenta wash my hands. Did I mention the water smelt terrible? Another out of the world experience was when we stepped into the world of stingrays. I FED THEM. yea....they were gooooey. Literally. Took me lots of screams and half an hour later to successfully feed the stingray.

The day ended pretty early cause we were both tired. I reached home at 8, slept till the end of valentines. But nonetheless, The day was great.


p.s. I saw a stingray shit. And i finallly know where fishes' anus are.

Flowers make me happy.

Therefore.

I is happy. Very happy.

its amazing how some f***ing arssholes can turn around on you faster than you say kissmyass. No, I should say astounding. one minute hes licking your asshole, and then another, he stabbing you in the back.

i need to widen my grasp of language. i promise myself, everyday, i shall make it a point to say jerk in many different language. For today, lets try french and spanish.

the internet calls it, farker.

i wonder why.

just the other day, my parents insisted i pack my clothes (even thou i really dont have THAT a lot) and throw away those that have been collecting dust inside the wardrobe. so i did just that. and then mom starting nagging. she said waste my money! ask you to pack clothes like throwing away money!

By then, I couldn't care less. I was busy looking at the back of my brains.

Today I saw a girl on my way to the bank. She was stepping out of the see through sliding door and there and then, caught my eye immediately. Tucked under a thick royal purple sweater and green mini-skirt, she was simply stunning. I was amazed. Her thighs were no larger then my forearms and her face so sunken in her cheekbone was protruding.

She must have noticed me looking at her, cause instantly, her gaze fell upon me. And I thought shes beautiful. I mustered up a smile and she returned it. weak, yet with a hidden strength. a strength indescribable. and all i wanted to do at that point of time was to dig a hole and hide in it. Her fair skin,thinning hair, protruding cheekbones and stick-thin legs were too much a sight for me to bear. It hit my raw spot. She is so tiny that she sways with a gust of wind.

There was a stifling sense of inadequacy that leached into my veins, little by little, poisoning me with a fear of disappointing, and of disappointment. I wanted to be like her. admiration swallowed me bit by bit, and i strolled back to the office, sat in the suddenly-uncomfortable chair thinking could I be like her?

One day....

Shoes will be banned in auditoriums where world leader speaks.

Protester throws shoe at Chinese PM in Britain

p.s. I wonder whos next?

seriously?

I might just consider changing this blog's name to"iamheretorantabout*censored*people.blogspot.com If this keeps going on, my sole motivation to blog would be on how much *censored* people pisses me off every single day at work. Then again, maybe its not too bad cause Yours Truly would actually start to update this blog on a regular basis. Maybe i should change it to "rantsabout*censored*.blogspot.com" Or we could try "*censored*youall*censored*people.blogspot.com"


They never fail to piss me off to the extreme roots of my toe nails even on beautiful days.
Conversation with them goes like:

ME: So have you done this
Them: I busy lei (turns around and talk to each other)

ME: Have you fixed this?
Them:eh, i got a lot of things to do lei (turns around and talk to each other)

ME:Whose on duty today?
Them:check yourself can or not(turns around and talk to each other)



I believe I have just put my point across.

Right now, I feel like a hot air balloon. All the anger inside me is making me light-headed.

Im surrounded by incompetent fools of the same "kind". I suspect their only sole purpose in life is to infest East Coast Park. Oh, did I mention all the other parks as well?

arsholes.

I think I cant multi task.

I cant breathe and rub my eyes at the same time.

So everytime after i rub my eyes, i end up breathless.

So Farnie.

harharhar.

Happy New Years
to

Bumbum, Qing, XiaoYan, Mandy, Jeanette, Cheryl,Emilene, Ah girl, Yi Zhuan, Adeline, Fenny, Eng Soon, Terence, Yide, Clement, Kamede, Spencer, Nad, Jasmine, Tian Yin, Joshy, Chor Yeow, Alex, Jeremy, Jonathan, Mei Xian, Aloysious, Xuan Bin, Ming, Darren, Alicia, Melvin, Sharon, Cheryl, Pam, Desmoan, EEvel, Felix, Froggie, Sue, Liyana, Shaun..and all those I didnt mention.



I Wish on behalf of all you love loves....

ALL BAD PEOPLE BE GONE.
ALL GOOD PEOPLE TO FLOCK TO YOU.

TUMMY TO BE ALWAYS FILLED WITH NICE NICE FOOD.
AND NEVER TO BE HUNGRY.

POCKET TO HAVE MANY MANY MONEY
BUT HAVE A SMALL ENOUGH HOLE TO DROP SOME...
FOR ME



SUPER LOVE ALL OF YOU.
When I say super, I mean SUPER.

Its so hard to try.
so hard to please.

after awhile,
it becomes hard even when you put 1 plus 1 together.
it doesn't equal to 2 anymore.

it just becomes a big mass of thoughts,illusions and perhaps
a fraction of joy.

I
AM
TURNING
CRAZY.

BECOS
OF
YOU.

YOU.

YES
YOU.

WHYYYYYyyyyyyyyy
*sobs*

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.

this is the Funniest news ever

Man killed for not sharing karaoke microphone

Moral of the story?

Sing in your bathroom

use the showerhead

On Saturday I went to the airpork and to Yeast Coast Park.

Rode in a MAZda six

Drank Free koffee
Sat in orange chairs

and ate mudpies.

Sat at the beach

smell the soil

and point at black crabs.

It was fun to the MXM.

I really wish everything was easier.

but i guess i really cant ask for more. Nothing can be perfect.