April 2006

I guess before the comments become another long long essay, I should type another entry so that there's always something exciting happening on my friends' pages.

actually there's nothing exciting today. or at least so far nothing wonderful has happened. it's just that it's very quiet here now due to the fact that cynthia isn't here, but it's quite sad to hear about kian boon's sad state too. then again it's somehow none of my business once more.

and we're going to ubin on monday. and my bro's supposed to come along. and no we're not bringing kb along. even though it hurts his heart to hear. ah well. too bad.

the new girl's opening up, she's beginning to talk, but still very minimal. still getting used to us crazy bunch I suppose. oh and yook meng's going random on me. as in, he's having random thoughts and he's telling them to me. and it's quite amusing. but then again, he's also getting kinda deep, which probably explains a little why on earth josh and ym get along, because previously we found absolutely no link between the two. and I guess there will be a lot of people I'll miss here when I go.

and it's lunchie time again. maril bomb away! ahaha

EDIT: oh and now that I've stopped my countdown to seeing my brother (duh he's back and I've seen him), next countdown coming up! counting down to 5th may. that's...8 days more! woohoo!

I don't know why I'm excited over a birthday that isn't mine. I guess the vio-ness still sticks somehow...

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10 days. 10 freaking days. because my computer conked out the other day, freaking me out totally. and I thought something went loose in there.

and guess why? because my mummy and her friend needed to print some songs urgently for a bible study session, and so they prayed for my daaarling uncle computer. woot! God rocks. seriously.

you know, usually if this happens to us young folks, if we couldn't print on one computer, we'd print on another. but my mummy and her friend decided instead to try praying for the freaking computer and see if God was to let them use my computer. so cool.

although while my computer 'died' I had a great chance to give my livejournal some love, and maril gave it a couple of essays of comments back, I still like this place better.

listening to incomplete again. yeah I know it's kinda backdated by now (I'm always backdated, no?) but I sincerely believe it's the best release good old backstreet boys ever had. backdated. backstreet. AHAHA. and somehow the two words seems so juvenile. it's as if this strange memory from the past comes along.

anyway blast from the past. okay not really past, but my brother's back. yeah yeah joshie is back on the sunny island, and no maril, I didn't have to welcome him back. but it's good that he's back. my midnight entertainment. absolutely smashing. I asked him if he were leaving late today, and he told me he was going to chill out with axl in the gym.

yay moe brokeback. but these two weeks have been great, even without josh. yook meng rocks my socks and everybody's really full of crap. oh and I found out that raymond really sucks way more than we thought. and ym rocks! so I should start some fanclub for him, right? ahaha. but while raymond sucks there's always some redeeming factor in the unit. and the new girl came. the one replacing lily. so SAD! lily is so irreplacable. poor winnie. somehow this girl just doesn't fit in properly. either that or she's hiding her bubbly-ness. which cannot be. it doesn't make sense. so sad. I shall miss mdm poon VERY dearly.

and honestly when vicks and I leave the office, we'll miss many people dearly. it's already happening. ttu is moving to 8th floor, spu is moving to 7th floor, and finance is getting OUT of the building. and all in all it sucks. because I've got some great friends here and there and then they're all moving away. of course, I'll have new sources for people watching/studying, but I'm not sure if I want to have them. I'll miss the old cases, and then there's a case I don't really want. but of course half the level is staying put, so it's not too bad.

and we went through the skit for the mission trip. just one of the 2 skits we're doing though. gosh I must seriously morph myself into an auntie. and auntie as crazy as ivy. which is pure madness. ah well. ivy is nuts after all. AHAHA but FUN! and yiming is great as a drug addict high on ecstasy. he's got that real head shaking thingy that my sis liked to describe last time.

and actually I'm kind of sleepy. argh. I don't know what I'm doing sometimes. I'm actually waiting for josh to get home so I can call him. but guess what? I haven't anything planned to say to him. but I miss that voice. speaking of voice, winnie was telling me the other day that charles has a lovely voice. I simply burst out laughing. and then winnie said, "aiyah just listen to him and don't look at him then can already mah..." and I laughed harder. SO BAD! but anyway we're trying pretty hard to get charles and wendy ang together, and it's so much fun making fun of charles! he's such a cooperative victim. lovely, absolutely lovely.

and then gladys and I were thinking of abandoning vicky with joshie on pulau ubin. but it's pretty evil to both of them, and I swear vicks will quit the next day because she would have nearly no more reputation left. there isn't much reputation left to speak of when it comes to her, because somehow or another she's simply ruining it herself. but it's hilarious anyway.

Empty spaces fill me up with holes
Distant faces with no place left to go
Without you within me I can't find no way
Where I’m going is anybody’s guess

Voices tell me I should carry on
But I am swimming in an ocean all alone
Baby, my baby
It’s written on your face
You still wonder if we made a big mistake

I don’t mean to drag it on, but I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go (alone)

I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete

Incomplete

just had to put that in. can't just let this blog entry go on without this. it's one of those songs that help me sink into depression. like then why on earth do I listen to it in the first place, right? I don't know. actually I don't really know why I enjoy listening to all these part angsty, part deluded and part depressing songs. the melodies just get to me. to hell with the lyrics, but the melody, the melody...makes all the difference.

or perhaps I seek this cathartic effect. where I cry and feel sad not so much because of the song, but through the song. but then it brings me to the next question. what the heck is it that makes me upset in the first place whereby I actually need a channel to make it a legit reason to feel sad? sometimes I think I make up my own existential angst feeling. which is stupid really.

but we're all stupid in some way or another. we seem to like doing silly things to ourselves which end up cutting ourselves. but we do them anyway. to sin knowingly. to hurt yourself knowingly. and we are willing. perhaps it is true that animals seem smarter after all. instinct rules after all. and actually our instinct and logic is enough to tell us what ought to be done, when to do and what we can't or shouldn't do. but we leave everything urgent undone, we defy our logic, we push ourselves and commit stupid things.

stupidity isn't so much as having a low IQ -- it's more like a situation in which you know exactly what you're supposed to do and you just don't do it or you don't do it straight and then you get into a lot of shit for it when you didn't have to. you don't do things straight to get out of shit, because shit still happens. but you do it just for the sake of getting it straight. to show that humans have a proper brain that has logic, that the Lord God didn't make crazy people who try to go against what they truly believe in, that God didn't make creatures to rebel and lead empty lives.

shit happens. and I'm going to sleep, because I sincerely think my brother has hit the pillow. and I shall too. I should have like half an hour ago, but something stupid in me keeps me awake.

Apr. 21st, 2006 | 11:34 am
location: stuck in office
mood:

blank
music: miyavi - itoshii hito

let's put it this way. I shouldn't be here. that is, I shouldn't be on livejournal happily updating the wrong stinking blog.but I can't bear it. so I'm just going to suddenly appear on others' friends page. I'm tired. hungry. not very cold. listening to hyde. with nothing to do.

and in case you're wondering, my brother isn't back. and vicks and I miss him much. it's funny though, that we missed him this much. or at least myself. but I thought about it and I think I know why.

I guess it's because he's the least distant. vio was virtually unreachable, because I wasn't close to him to begin with, and anyway I don't contact him at all. so when I had to leave the school, it remained like that. I just leave. and when it comes to avril, it's hard to call her. I still talk to her occasionally online, but she's busy too anyway. she left the school, and I dealt with it. I mean, it was an inevitable thing, right?

but when it comes to my dear brother/jj/birdpark/hellrider (oh no he's getting as many names as myself), I guess the reason why I miss him much is because I'm used to contacting him, but now he's out of the country. at least vril is still in singapore, just on boon lay island. but the boy is out. and then I know he's coming back, there's going to be a time when I see him again, just like before. and that's unlike vio, because unless I do a marilyn relief teaching stunt, I won't see him everyday like before. and it's the same with vril. unless I land myself in boon lay island as well, it will never revert to before.

I don't even know why on earth I'm considering all this. and worse, I really haven't a clue why I'm publishing this. yeah I intend to make this public. I think I'll cut and paste this into my blog proper. lj is just a space for me to update when I feel the urge for it, because I'm stinking bored and I need to let some thoughts out before I die of my lack of sanity.

and I overly dramatic? perhaps. the time is now 1201. which is still too early for lunch. but lunch is not far. oh dear. it's beginning to sound like a parallel. lunch is so near yet so far, and it's something you look forward to, but yet one day you know there won't be lunch hour anymore. or the lunch hour will be different. my brother's coming back oh so soon, but yet still I must await over the weekend. and yes I definitely look forward to that, but I know one day even if he doesn't leave the office, I will. and then it'll be different. I don't know if I'll take the effort to keep in contact and all that. I haven't a clue what's going to happen in the future.

somehow you always get a sense that you can make things happen. but then you think again, and realise that all things that happen are part of God's plan. and then you find that some things turn out different from what you tried to make happen. it's so hard to live believing that God is sovereign, and to put everything in His hands, but going against that is pure suicide, because you really cannot control anything.

I guess there are times when we laugh at the silly things that people do, but sometimes we look back at ourselves and realise that we do silly things that hurt ourselves in the end. I think I'm talking more circles and more crap that people don't understand.

I always say that I'm talking shit here and that it's rubbish that people shouldn't even be reading. but in the end it all adds on to my self therapy. I think perhaps this is why I don't go thoroughly insane. I let it out somewhere. I let some out on my blog, I let some out on maril, I let some more out on my buddy. cool. so I have 3 outlets. more than enough right? oh no not enough. I let out some more to vicky too. oh gosh. 4 outlets. wonderful. and I realise that I'm getting more and more sane actually. as the time and years pass, I think either I'm beginning to come to grips with reality, or I've become more practical and less idealistic, or I'm starting to understand that I can't control everything. or that I'm learning to deal with situations, learning to deal with emotions and how to handle myself better.

either way, they're all good. so there.

it's nearly time for lunch. and I think I shall stop here. perhaps when I'm bored again with nothing much to do and a hell lot in my brain I'll strike back.

happy resurrection sunday! if you're wondering why I didn't say easter, it's because easter refers to a pagan god. I don't understand why christians continue to use the word. so resurrection sunday is better. =)

anyway it's been a week since I last updated, and that's because I hadn't the time. and since it's only been a week, maril loses. she hadn't updated for TWO weeks. so there. hurrumph.

okay childishness aside. I've got to type this fast so that I can sleep early and wake up early tomorrow. lily ticked me off last wednesday for being so freaking late everyday. somehow I had been arriving at like 9am from last monday through wednesday, and poor mdm poon couldn't take it. she's usually not direct with me, and punctuates her hints with "you know, you know?" but wednesday morning was the last straw, I suppose. she suddenly looked at me and said:

my only reaction? orh. well the next day I happily arrived at 840, which used to be my usual time. I don't know why missing one freaking train makes so much difference. perhaps it's the crowd. because missing the 808 train means that I'll miss the east-west line train too, and I guess it all adds up. but how come taking the 812 train, which is only a difference of 4 minutes, can accumulate to a grand total of me being nearly 20 minutes late is still a mystery.

righto. reporting time! monday went for dinner with vicks wendy and gladys. we had a hell laugh of a time. I honestly think that gladys is pure entertainment. I should hire her as 2nd resident entertainer. she simply entertains. and she does it subconsciously! and she can do it unconsciously too! because all you need to do is to look at her, and you'll laugh! great, right? poor thing. but wendy was the most piteous. she barely spoke a single word the whole night, and was stuck with 3 madhat girls who couldn't stop laughing at nothing. at least we figured that she didn't need earplugs. damn that means my earplug industry isn't going to take off anytime soon. ahaha. my earplug industry was supposed to start with the commencement of vicky's basking career, and gladys was to be my model. AHAHA. the stupid things we come up with. I can't explain how we crap, but we do.

then tuesday night I went for our first mission trip gathering! WOOT! yes darlings, I'm going on a mission trip to bangkok from the 22nd of may through the 3rd of june and I'm gonna need some cash. smile? okay basically we're going there to help the thailand youth for christ (yfc) to extend their performing arts ministry and also to reach out to the youths there. mission trips are, after all, all about sharing the gospel to people in other countries. so I need some dough (to date I need about 900 bucks) and lots of prayers! prayers not just for the team, but also the people over there! and also the messiness over there. I do intend to get back in one piece. but I also believe that if God wants us to go there and get back in one proper piece, He will. and if we're to go through crap there, we will too.

and then on wednesday night I went with vicky and her mum to check out holiday destinations. since bangkok is still a bit messy at the moment, we've finally decided to just run to genting and play a weekend away. yeah the place ain't great, and the bus ride is a nightmare (and I hope vicks won't throw up), but the weather is terribly good and the company's the thing that counts most. you can do the suckiest things ever, but the people make it memorable.

on FRIDAY evening I went for good friday service. duh. although winnie didn't appear (darn) I had to, because I was rostered to play the piano for that night. vicky told winnie on thursday evening before we left to remember to attend good friday service. then winnie said she was going to her new house, which is near MY church. so I was like hey come to mine then! then I had to help siew chin with something, and when I came back, topic had switched to dear mr peck. vicks was like winnie don't kill mr peck when he comes back, okay? and winnie was like we'll see about that. vicks replied a huh...and told winnie, "but winnie, he's also a christian. fellow brother leh. don't kill him leh..." winnie stared so incredulously at her. and then she shook her head and said that the two of us were blinded. ARGH when joshie comes back I'm going to tell him that both of us have suffered injuries to our reputation and image thanks to him and he'd better be grateful for that.

anyway, good friday service. the speaker wasn't too good but ah well. the songs chosen weren't too bad and anyway robin's worship is usually pretty cool. heh. and then it was the SF night hike! WOOT!!! yeah my youth group organised an overnight hike in the oddest places in singapore. well we went from choa chu kang cemetery to lau pa sat, then to mustafa, to jurong fish port and finally ending at esplanade. yeah we were creeping about the cemetery at like 11 plus in the night. and we found yikai's grave. oh well. that was the first time I went to that cemetery. and friday night marked the second time. and seeing the same grave.

but it was fun overall, although gabriel became like the douglas guardian, matilda was getting cranky after some time, and andrew and I were marvelling over the power prices of some of the stuff at mustafa. and then after the whole thing we went for breakfast together at macs. and so that leads me to saturday morning. gosh.

after getting home on saturday morning, I took a good bath and then slept for about an hour plus before meeting vicks. yeah went to ica (can't remember what it stands for anymore), previously sir, to get my freaking passport photo changed. I think I'll go collect it tomorrow. otherwise I can't get a photocopy for tuesday's meeting. and then after that we went a walking around bugis area.

and then I had two random thoughts which I shared with her, and one more extra random thought which I had later, and didn't tell vicks. I won't put those random things down here, but vicky knows what I'm talking about. *wink*

and then I finally got home and spent saturday night at home. I went to bathe again, but I was feeling kinda cold (don't ask why) and decided to use the heater. it turns out that my freaking heater is LEAKING. so the ceiling suddenly began to rain WARM water. thank goodness it wasn't like freaking hot water. but it gave me a good scare. I was like AHHHH MUMMY THE HEATER IS LEAKING and then she had to climb up to turn the inlet off.

I think I can't really stay on my own ever. I need my mummy there. even my sis isn't enough. I hope we don't die at genting. wendy's pretty resourceful. I think. I hope, rather. AHAHA.

and so it comes to sunday. baptismal service. I didn't wake up on time, but luckily I woke up on time. so I got to watch huifang and charm get baptised. and then I spent the afternoon at lian hong's place. she gave birth last sunday, so trish judith jiabi and I went over to visit her (and the little one). little one is called matthew, and he is SO small. it was quite funny observing him sleep, because he likes to stretch his small little short arms and then settle in a very odd position. then his mouth would turn up a little, in this smiling face shape, as if he's satisfied with this new sleeping position. AHAHA so cute. and yes sister, it is GOOD when the baby doesn't cry. just sleep. very cute. very GOOD.

sorry to all potential babysitters out there, but I don't fancy kids much. but then again, sometimes the traits I really hate in kids nowadays are not exactly their own fault. the parents allow them to do certain things, and parents aren't exactly the most consistent people around, so the kids learn to manipulate their parents and thus others too and it gets hell annoying. but I guess there's nothing really annoying about a little baby who's only a week old, and sleeping more than half the time, right? heh.

and I think I should stop. SQUAWK it's nearly midnight. by the way, I just listened (and watched the pv of) miyavi's latest take on itoshii hito. I still love the very dramatic original version which was released a couple of years back with ashita, tenki ni naare. but this new version is nice in terms of arrangement. the chords have been altered slightly, and so has the melody. but nothing can beat the drama of the original. but oh well still a great song nonetheless. but of course, because

and also watched the latest alice nine pv. velvet. oh my they're looking good again. although I still don't fancy tora with meev hair, but honestly saga still looks absolutely sexy and nao's hair is nice, except for the colour. a darker brown would have been better. and shou's hair is very nice.

but I still don't fancy him. and hiroto's hair is overgrown. but I like the little wrap around thingy that saga has. I think saga's fashion is freaking cool. so perhaps I should go get something like that. you know, a tank top, a big bandana to go round the waist, plus a jacket and long pants. WOW so cool.

anyway it's sleepy time, and AH! it's 0001. I shall go sleep and await the next week to pass. yes it's countdown to genting, and it's countdown to joshie's return. if you're asking whether I miss him, honestly, yes I do. if you're asking if I like him, honestly, no I don't.

BUDDY you free like this week? like wed/thurs/fri? before I scoot off? because I want to pass the report to ya. and I think maril deserves a copy too. must keep you kids updated. but then again, I think vicky deserves a copy most of all. must vet. and see if I've missed anything out. heh.

I'm back. I meant to blog today to report about saturday, but I don't know if I want to anymore.

I have found that free time plus blogs is a very dangerous combination. in fact, it's quite deadly. I have stumbled upon a blog, partly on purpose, which is done by somebody who is VERY free. and this person who's very free reports a lot on what's happened on that day, every person who's talked to her and she's talked to, every person who's supposedly looked at her and those people she's looked at.

and I know she reads this place. like ooooh. I still don't regret writing so much shit here because if you're upset about whatever I write here and you don't protest, guess what, I'm not the one unhappy -- you are.

but of course, I'm not an important female figure in her life. she is more concerned about this pair of sisters, who have seriously, in my opinion, done nothing wrong. they're fashionable, quite good lookers, but it doesn't make them perfect targets and neither do they intentionally go for guys. I don't understand what's the fuss anyway.

and I don't know if this person who's got too much time to spare really likes the guy, or she enjoys talking about him because somehow or another a girl ought to talk about a guy. it's this girltalk thing. I don't know if she truly has feelings for the poor boy, or just because getting male attention seems to be very prestigious, something honourable.

I don't know myself, whether I'm being sarcastic here, or I'm pissed, or I'm just freaking amused. I was amused, honestly, but now it's getting bad to worse. and we don't know what to do. in fact I don't know if we should do anything.

and seriously I want to tell this girl who's really really too free that she should understand that:

that's all I'll say about this issue. I need to let it out, and honestly I want to tell this to her in the face, but I know it's going to hurt VERY badly and I think it's easier to read through the shit I've written and anyway like this it's easier for her to print it out and highlight everything she disagrees with.

after checking mail, amusing myself on youtube, downloading my torrents, I'm back here after 2 hours. I think it's about 2 hours. I just felt that saturday cannot go without being mentioned.

I think if josh didn't have his stupid accent he would have made one of the best djs in the world. the boy TALKS. and TALKS. AND TALKS. although I know he talks this much all the time, and talks this deep all the time, I don't know if he talks this much about his own life and family all the time. makes people think. but I think I thought too much on saturday anyway, because he goes on with his 'ramble with josh', and vicks and I serve as commercial breaks.

and then halfway through he suddenly sat up and asked: hey am I like boring you guys? like is this too slack an activity? or...?

listen. we're pretty direct people. at least I am. and if we thought you're boring or that we didn't want to listen to you or didn't enjoy listening to whatever you've been saying for the past hour, we would have found some excuse to go by now. and anyway, if we didn't like what we've been hearing, and you talk like this all the time, we wouldn't have bothered about you, and wouldn't have bothered becoming your freaking friends, and then we wouldn't be sitting down at this table drinking coffee and listening. get it?

"well okay that's like great affirmation!" he exclaimed and then the ramble went on. and the ramble went from aladdin in shrek to his dramatic 2nd sis in law to yook meng to...whatever. we talked a lot of shit and talked a lot of proper things too.

and....I still love the fallen. I think I have something for mad songs. like why I love miyavi so much. heh. yet there's this little angsty side of me which continues to look out for dir en grey releases, but I want to get a copy of gackt's sixth day and seventh night dvd for ultimate laughs.

and marilynnie whatever happened to the reply?! I thought somebody's more free than me? or are the tutorials beginning to pile? AHAHA. I have more to report. more that I must not say here. and I think my buddy deserves a copy of the report. I think she's intrigued too. I think. but my buddy very busy. poor child has much rehearsals. but I know my buddy hangs in there somehow.

alrighty I'll go update my report and bring a print out for my buddy. I think my dear, it's going to take more than 8 readings to piece this together. I shall not bore you with office politics already. the politiking is OVER. I guess. and anyway with charles the prince and mag the empress dowager, I think it's going to be okay. I think. heh.

right. welcome to april. I meant to blog much much earlier but I just couldn't bear to see tora go. but then I thought, hey that's not fair to poor poor dearest nao that I spent quite a bit of effort on too. so here we are. so here we are staring at nao's pretty flawless skin. ahaha. I guess ziting would kill for his complexion. but that's another story altogether.

first up, 4th april was avril's birthday, I've wished her, but here I go again. not that she reads this freaking nonsense. but then, must commemorate the end of her teens. yes the girl turned 20 on the fourth but I know she can't care less for it. meida might start acting up though. AHAHA.

and tomorrow, which is in half an hour's time, is going to be MARIL and GWEN's birthdays! yes the twins are counting down right now even as I type. but guess what? life goes on. oops. didn't mean to burst any bubbles. but anyway I'm so sorry to poor dear maril who has to endure my super long essay of a letter that I sent over the last weekend and till now she has failed to reply me. but I really don't blame her. the letter is really long and there's so much in there and I don't know if she can find a starting place to reply and whether she's even finished reading it. I guess she's finished reading it as a whole, but it takes more than one reading to reply an email like mine.

ANYWAY. and then next monday is darling victoria's birthday. which is the same as another set of twins, aka meghna and madhuri, dearest may and domoto tsuyoshi. yep. oh and not forgetting...leng hui! I really think we shall get her a lovely slice of cake. but I'm scared that she would have some interview/course on that day, then she wouldn't be in, and there won't be any surprises. and that's not fun anymore. never mind I'll discuss with vicks tomorrow.

meanwhile, I'm downloading yuuyami suicide's pv, which I've been eyeing since forever but never able to download it. although it's still going to take nearly a day to download, but hey it's moving. so long as it's freaking moving I don't really care how long it takes. and my siesta~film of dreams is moving again. and that's good, because the incomplete file is simply hilarious. it's like somebody cut the film up and simply pieced the pieces back again. so the whole clip is utterly messed up, the music is jumpy, the scenes don't make any sense at all and basically it's terrible when it's still incomplete. I'm also awaiting a supposedly VERY hilarious laruku tv programme, with yes, HYDE and KEN again. those two on tv are just absolute disasters. and anyway this is SUBBED so I can understand what's going on. although the matthew's best hit tv show was still understandable and still absolutely hilarious and a great laugh without the subtitles, I still appreciate those little words running along the bottom of the screen a lot.

oh and I'm downloading a miyavi pv. it's supposedly his latest? I haven't been keeping track. I didn't even know he was releasing anything new lately. but then again, it's about time anyway. if he doesn't carry on releasing he'll be forgotten. and we still await alice nine's first full fledged album. it's been singles, single compilations and mini album. all rubbish. the album covers have been revealed and they're pretty cool. I'm gonna await scans of them. the alice nine community will surely spit them up. which is good. certainly.

since I'm on jrock, let's talk gackt. I'm going to get bent on getting sixth day and seventh night tour soon. but last night my sis showed me a clip on wonderful youtube from the diabolos tour and it's SIMPLY RIDICULOUSLY FUNNY. goodness. you know, when you thought that gakuto-san couldn't get any more dramatic and any more lame, he just proves you wrong. and it seems to be his profession to prove you wrong. it just gets worse and worse. and I love the part where he awakes from his dream to find himself in the big cat suit. I love those big cats from the U+K performances. lovely. so cute!!!

okay I guess that's enough on big events, layouts, downloads and jrock. the next usual thing? work. what else. I won't talk about the CIP I've been doing (so gladys calls it) because there are simply too many cranky cases and all, but all I can say is that goldfish man is in a fabulous mood and we don't know why but we don't care why. we just make sure that we get the maximum done while he's still happy. I'm still waiting for the day his tsunami really strikes. I don't know if I'm waiting because I know it's going to come one of these days (a crank like him can't stay happy forever, right?) or I'm just waiting for him to burst for the sake of watching him burst. I must be a crank too. but then again, I don't have many marbles left. must hang onto them real hard.

and the stalker in me has dug out more nuggets. and the more I dig out of josh, the more I feel like telling winnie to stop dissuading vicks and I from making friends with him. poor thing. I think he can do with some friends. but anyway the boy is going for reservist soon and he'll be away for 2 weeks. which is quite sad somehow, because then I'll be missing entertainment. but when the government calls, you just go. too bad.

and squee it's nearly midnight, and I ought to go sleep. it's time to see lalaland (according to avril dearest), to meet the mayor of zhou (in accordance to mr pang) and basically I just need to hit that pillow, like what I always tell mr peck to do.

I still don't get it. who the heck in the right mind stays in the office till midnight, and spends 12 hours working on a freaking saturday?

vicky bell and I are going out with joshie on saturday. we're going to teach him that there's more to life than work, and that if he's going to continue to decide that life's just like that and swallow it unhappily, we're gonna make sure it gets into his head that there's much out there and honestly if he's not interested and sucks at it and anyway the job sucks, get out if he can.

sometimes he's a silly boy. but sometimes it's yook meng who's the silly boy. either way. seems like axl isn't any better.

I'll listen to the fallen one more time. it's stinking addictive. is it representative of franz ferdinand? if it is I'm going to check more out. maril help here. =)

Apr. 21st, 2006 | 11:34 am location: stuck in office mood: blank music: miyavi - itoshii hito

Apr. 21st, 2006 | 11:34 am
location: stuck in office
mood: blank
music: miyavi - itoshii hito