tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59976892011-04-22T06:09:18.223+08:00Who's holding the door for me?guy3noreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1154331095267748852006-07-31T15:30:00.000+08:002006-07-31T15:31:35.270+08:00

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He tells her.. jump in with me. And she does. Then he say, no wait, thats too deep. Come back. And he tugs her back, till she can feel the sand beneath her feet. So thats where she stands now. Not exactly in the deep end.. Not exactly on the shore.Lets just say.. waist deep.

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I thought I was not going to write here again... but here it is - my thoughts for the moment.Location - East Malaysia (and no. Not on the beach)Reason for writing- Waiting stubbornly for someone to get online though I'm burning a hole through my pocket doing so in this stupid hotel's business centre.Ah.. the things you do when you are in love. ;)The question is. Am I?What else could explain my

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I remember this one time, when A and I were walking to a park near his apartment – we were walking on the sidewalk, when he held out his hand and took hold of my index finger. My index finger! I’m not sure if he wanted to hold my hand but didn’t want to make it too obvious? Or maybe holding my hands would let out too much on how he was feeling so just hanging on to my index finger gave him a

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We recommend this sexy site: yumiyah.comWhich Sesame Street Muppet Are You? I'm borreeedddd!!!

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People have stopped smiling at each other in my office. Not that we were an extremely friendly bunch to begin with, but now even the pretext of a polite smile is missing. Apparently, the stress level is building up tremendously. To a point managers are dropping off this line of work like flies. Today, in the pantry, I overheard a manager (whom I thought adored her work) complaining that she could

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My mum cornered me yesterday asking me when exactly I'm planning to get married. Or at the very least show some interest in the prospect. I tried to change the subject as usual but this time she was persistent. I told her to drop it. Just not now okay? I don't think I've moved further away from marriage than I have right now. I was at one point this year entertaining the idea of letting my mum go

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1095048827743098892004-09-13T13:09:00.000+08:002004-09-13T12:13:47.743+08:00

But my friends are my Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. That is the conclusion I arrived at after watching the final .. FINAL episode of Sex and the City. Okay, our sex lives aren’t as colourful but the underlying theme i.e their friendship… that we definitely have. And as much as I’d like to walk around thinking that at 25 I’ve had the two great loves of my life, seen the core shakers in

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When a friend is in a dysfunctional relationship, how far really can you interfere? Are we just supposed to sit back and wait till something terribly bad happens then do something or do we butt in now... since we think things are already bad enough. Who decides bad? and very bad? More than that do we have a right to do anything besides providing advise and a shoulder to cry on? Can we do more

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I dream about this hot guy from my office last night and fate had to have it that he sits right behind me in office today causing me to be goosepimpled for the last 6 hours or so AND rendering me totally hopeless in carrying out any proper work at all. So anyway, this song here (totally matching the mood that I'm in right now) is a song I absolutely love and find oh so sexy! Its the way he

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I actually forgot my user ID to log on to blogger. It came back to me eventually. After very loong while. Why did I stop blogging? I just couldn't connect with my writing anymore. Everytime I posted something and read it - I'd wonder 'Who the hell did I intend that for?' I'm not writing now cause I have somehow renewed my enthusiasm about blogging. I'm simply doing it cause I have some spare

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1087882861878471362004-06-22T13:26:00.000+08:002004-06-22T13:41:01.876+08:00

So I turn 25 today. I don't feel any different than yesterday but I'm 25 today! Thats five years away from 30. The BIG 3! Scary. Odd. OLD. Sigh. That sorta sums up how I feel. With my aunts and my mum breathing down my neck about my clock ticking! And with people around me getting into life long commitments. And worse having babies(!). I feel like an overgrown 25 year old kid who still runs

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That was quite a break from blogging. (Sorry Shen.. my breaks are always longer than yours.. :D - not intentionally though..) Not that I have much to update now. Exams were exams. They always manage to ask you on the bits you didn't study. No big suprises there. Just keeping my fingers crossed! Todays my parents anniversary. The day they decided they were gonna lead the rest of their lives

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So they finally showed 'her' face in the papers today. Who would have guessed evil could look so normal? I've noticed some people saying that we're jumping the gun by rushing into conclusions about her. Innocent till proven guilty? Interesting really, but anyone who has maids would know how their lives really are here. Especially the 'live in' maids. 1stly, almost all their time is spent with the

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How could anyone do this to another living being?? Such grisly acts of mutilation, the extreme brutality, callousness, cruelty… I can’t find enough words to even start to describe this act. I’m disgusted to the very core of my being. How do you do something like this unto another living creature and still manage to go to sleep at night? How do you live with yourself knowing you’re responsible

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I can really wallow in my sweet misery sometimes. In some twisted way.. I think I relish it. (Argh!) My aunt called to talk to my dad today. He wasn't home so she chatted a little with me on how I was doing and stuff. I turned on my pre-exam whine mode. Complaining about basically everything and ending with a "I hate this la.. I'm so fed up!" And she said.."Girl, whats wrong with you? Do you

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Have I mentioned how much I hate exams? I would have. But I'm saying it again. I hate exams! and again.. I HATE exams! I'm suddenly reminded of my uni days outside the library just days before finals.. cramming up more and more information into an already saturated brain. And making promises to God (and myself) that next time.. next time, I'll start studying much much earlier. Like that ever

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1084467099973683212004-05-14T00:42:00.000+08:002004-05-14T01:03:05.576+08:00

This! Some trivial stuff about me.... 1. I love flowers, mostly daisies and orchids. And roses too.. 2. I’d like to wear a simple garland of orchids for my wedding. None of that huge indian stuff they seem to make these days. (ok.. if I get married..!) 3. I’m daddy’s girl. 4. I almost went for plastic surgery after burning half my face in a facial gone wrong. (But it healed by itself. ) 5.

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Only this song comes to mind. You took your coat off and stood in the rain, You were always crazy like that I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in on you You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair, You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say besides some comment on the weather, (

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I was in such a foul mood today. Felt like breaking everything in sight. Smashing them against the wall and watching them shatter to a million pieces. I couldn't do that so I broke the pencil I had in my hand in one very satisfying snap. My foul mood must have rubbed off on my parents cause by dinner time none of us were talking to each other. Grunts replaced the usually civilised conversations

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I almost died today... Or so I thought. I didn't know just how unfit I was till I hit my mum's exercise bicycle earlier in the evening. God I was only on it for like 10 minutes. I would have gone on.. only my previous gym instructor told me that being as skinny as I am.. aerobic exercise like cycling and running won't do. I need toning up. So ambitious me... was even going to lift some weights

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I was going through my old diaries earlier and found this... a printed mail from an old stranger. It wrote.. "Its not precisely known where angels dwell.. but I’m sure you see one every morning" and that line was followed by something like, "and I ask of your love hoping that its not too much to ask from an angel.." (so it sounds a little cheesy.. but its not everyday you get called an

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1083770673579380912004-05-05T23:24:00.000+08:002004-05-05T23:36:13.216+08:00

..... says a pretty popular ad on tv. My ten year old cousin made a pretty astute observation when we heard it today. He went... 'But the world moves by itself..' I smiled and rumpled his hair. The arrogance we inadvertently (or purposely) assume when we make such claims...

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I don't usually feel 'connections' with many people and I rarely establish immediate bonds of friendship... I'm innately actually pretty shy and reserved around strangers. I'm not one who can just go up to someone at a social function and start chatting up about anything under the sun.. and I'm definitely not one into small talk. When I meet up a client, the small talk chat ends in less than 5

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God it feels good to be back. Right now.. I have this cup of Cadbury hot chocolate next to me ( I didn't know they made this stuff.. its pretty good) and the Ong Bak dvd which I'm gonna watch after posting this. But the best part is I don't have to think about getting up early tomorrow and getting caught in a jam to head to work; or worry my manager is gonna be coming up with a hundred and one

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Right. So I have neglected my blog for far too long. I have tonnes of entries in my diary.. but none here. Well, too much of what has happened is just too private to share.. yet. Most of those closest to me know the gist of things anyway... :p so. I guess I could consider the past two weeks one of the most nerve-wrecking (and exhilarating) weeks I've had in a while. What with some major nights

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I attended an uncle's funeral last monday. I wasn't very close to him and he wasn't a big part of my life, so I wasn't really prepared for the sadness that hit me when I saw him lying motionless in his coffin in the middle of a lot of crying people. He wasn't very old, in his early sixties. And he was doing pretty fine. In fact I heard from some aunts that just the night before he had visited

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1080889884628095032004-04-02T15:11:00.000+08:002004-04-02T15:15:04.200+08:00

So he’s coming down. I cannot believe it. And the fact that he told me on Aprils Fools day made me doubt it even more. But apparently he is. Holy cow. Crazy. Thats what he said. Me? Honestly I can't believe that I’m actually going to see his face again after all this time. For the past four years, I’d be lying if I said he hadn’t crossed my mind at all. Cause he had… but I only thought of him

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I just got back from Kuantan yesterday after a 3 day stay there. It was work related, but for once I did not feel the pressure and stress usually related to my job. The town itself wasn't anything much, but man oh man.. the beach was simply gorgeous. And that was just Teluk Cempedak. According to the client a drive further up will bring you to much nicer beaches. I went to the beach both the

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I have not been blogging for some time. Mainly because I have problems posting my posts. In fact I'm not sure if this is gonna get posted even. Funnily enough, I've not missed it much. Blogging that is... but I think thats because, I've been horribly busy. My mind has blanked out now. I'm just gonna post this to see if it gets through.

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My body is protesting against too much sleep I had this weekend. I had a million and one things to do, but never mind that, I thought I would catch up on some sleep. Which I did, but I think I kinda overdid it. Now I have a nagging headache and a bad back ache from sleeping in the wrong position I think. In between all that sleep, I was a vegetable on my bed with only my fingers moving -

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- days when I’m able to wake up at 8am and not 6 cause I don’t have to report with manager/ check in at office 1st - the days I get to stop at the petrol station for my morning milo ais cause I had an extra 10 minutes to spare. - days with traffic so smooth the heart could just sing. - every Monday night cause the worst day of the week is over. - the days when the deadline for the job has been

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I had the greatest misfortune of meeting and interacting with a most despicable person today. Honestly, I don't understand why such people exist. They must have been put there to make life of everyone else around them just miserable. It was the first time really that I'd had to deal with such a client. The manager had warned me about her 'angin' but when she blew so suddenly and unexpectedly

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I'm feeling a little fidgety and nervous. Very distracted. I can't hold on to a conversation for long and I feel like bursting into tears whenever I'm alone. I was very glad for company and conversation this weekend. Provided me the distraction I needed from my mind. Watched 'The Last Samurai' on saturday with Shen. And yesterday was spent with the gang... I was robbed last wednesday. At noon.

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The receptionists at my current clients place are irritating. Usually I’m not one to let such things get under my skin (or am I?) but working on such tight deadlines and overloading on caffeine and painkillers just gets to you after a while. Especially when the meeting room they provide you is right next to the sounds of two phony receptionists who keep trying to outdo each other with their

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I have an aunt who just refuses to stop trying to pair me off with someone so I can get married. She thinks its time for someone in the family to be married and I just happen to be her eldest niece! It was amusing at first, but now its getting pretty annoying. Partly cause my mum seems to be indulging her. I am turning 25 this year (oh my GOD!) :p and I have a couple of friends who want to

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1075612902847102072004-02-01T13:21:00.000+08:002004-02-01T13:23:58.436+08:00

I was at the National Stud Farm in Ipoh yesterday. Beautiful landscape and horses running wild... :) It just gives you such a lovely feeling to be around horses. Its something in their eyes.... the way they look at you. Like they can look right into you and see what you're all about. These horses are mainly kept there to be bred. There are stallions, mares and teasers. I laughed out loud when I

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1075483496989882312004-01-31T01:24:00.000+08:002004-01-31T01:27:10.483+08:00

You know those moments when you wish the floor would just open up and swallow you whole so you can just disappear from the face of the earth? I had one today. I’m currently working on one of these engineering firms who deal with construction and part of my work scope is to interview the engineers handling certain major projects. And I was seriously glad cause this company had only one person in

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1075197047620503222004-01-27T17:50:00.000+08:002004-01-27T17:52:56.903+08:00

'I crave interaction, contact with some other world, a person with a pen a piece of paper, a working mind that illuminates the universe in creation, I know this beauty from too far away, and another, and another, and they're all a little distant when communication breaks down to the console screen and plastic keys... Often, I feel alone because I place myself upon some sinking island, that would

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Or trying to at least. I have been extremely moody lately. And that’s one of the reasons I’ve not been blogging much. All these thoughts just running around in my head. Random thoughts just pop out of nowhere. And I didn’t know how to deal with them. Worse still, I didn’t have the time… no no not time but the energy to sit down and think about them. Sometimes all you want (and all it takes) is

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1074678026440347062004-01-21T17:40:00.000+08:002004-01-21T17:42:26.810+08:00

Ah... I received some bad news online today. Although it was kinda expected - I guess I was wishing for a miracle. Although it was nothing life or death - well I was hoping for some luck. Guess not. I know these things happen. I know I'm supposed to take in stride and move on. I know I can't go back and change the past. I know its best not to cry over spilt milk. I know. Okay? But I can't

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1074591520298890152004-01-20T17:38:00.000+08:002004-01-20T17:42:00.123+08:00

Got this on the mail. Found it hilarious... so I thought I'll share it here. Enjoy! (Thanks Jessie :p) 1. I can only please one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow is not looking good either. 2. I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by. 3. Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along . . . .without it. 4.

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The lack of updates this past week has been due to a very busy me - at work. Going home at 3am and hardly having any sleep. Screw this ridiculous deadlines. Really. Screw 'em. And screw the stupid manager who simply does not know when to quit. And screw the damn partner who comes in like for one hour to review the work and has not got one good thing to say to us. Really. Screw 'em. I got half

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I’m stuck in this godforsaken hell hole in some bloody old building in Port Klang wishing I was anywhere else but here! I’m surrounded by old farts who have their heads buried in the huge stack of papers in front of them. The only form of conversation I have the whole day is with the accountant who wants to know the progress of my work. She giggles at the end of every sentence she utters. Its

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I’m a little shy. Just a little. I have no qualms smiling at a cute stranger, but my toes would curl even just thinking about walking up to that pretty boy in a party to say ‘hi’. But that’s alright. I can live with that. What I cannot live with (and what I consider my most distressing failure) - is my inability to wink. Yes, wink. I simply can’t bring my self to blink an eye in that charming

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And its going to be a short one. Holidays are finally over for me. Back to work come this Monday. Sigh. As always, its bloody damn difficult getting back to the drudgery of work after such a long break. Told my dad that. and he told me to give up working and stay at home. :p heh. Not too bad an idea at this point. Ahh.. back to work. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. PS - So, whts with the change in the

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I am not the wide eyed 17 year old I used to be anymore. But I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself a world weary, cynical 24 year old either. I feel somewhat trapped within those two extremes. Dreaming an ideal dream on one hand, and bogged down by my pragmatic side on the other. The very fact I used the word ‘bogged’ shows which side of me I prefer. But I also feel, it was my impractical ways

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1072550487515692032003-12-28T02:41:00.000+08:002004-01-02T17:01:38.076+08:00

If anyone read the Star today, the statement by Mr Samy could not have been missed. The part he mentioned about how dreadful for that accident to happen on a 'normal' day rather than during the festive season!! I was left speachless after reading it... So its fine to die in an accident during the festive seasons but not on a NORMAL day? (I honestly can't intepret it any other way...?) Lordy...

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1072073532632207752003-12-22T14:12:00.000+08:002004-01-02T17:02:04.250+08:00

I have so much to write.. but I haven't the time. I've been so damn busy this past week, that I've lost track of time and what has happened. Anyways, here's the gist of it starting with the most recent... Last night - Called up a friend to wish her HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :-) She feels a quarter century old she says, but coming to think of it.. that lucky bitch is the youngest of the lot. You have no

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1071237883288795912003-12-12T22:04:00.000+08:002004-01-02T17:02:27.906+08:00

Then what the hell am I doing in office at this damned hour?! I sooo want to whine.. but thats going to irritate even me. So. Fullstop. I'm listening to the soundtrack I received. Beautiful! 'Oh..Sylvia' 'Yes Mickey...' 'How'd you call your Lover Boy' Growling sexily... 'Come here Lover Boy' 'And if he doesn't answer' Sweeetly... 'Oh Lover Boy' 'And if he still doesn't answer?'

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How many of us would go out of our way to make another person feel good? Two incidents happened to me yesterday that got me thinking. Incident one – The lighter story first. Last week, I had visited this guy who helps solve problems with clients files in office. He’s really fun and I had noticed this from the way he conducts his courses… but you know how some people are really excellent in a ‘

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You know, in some twisted sense, many of us take some sort of smugness in our failings. We talk about our weaknesses and inadequacies as an appearance of humility. But there is nothing more deceiving than the appearance of humility, Jane Austen wrote in one of her books I remember. It is mostly a carelessness of opinion and even an indirect boast. Its not altogether a bad thing from where I

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1070791425226704042003-12-07T18:03:00.000+08:002004-01-02T17:03:54.030+08:00

Went to check it out since I got 2 free tickets. Wasn’t too bad, started out a little slow, but as the night grew on, it picked up. It didn’t rain although it threatened to at the beginning. The story was that they hired some bomohs to keep the rain away. Must have worked. Cause the sky got so clear you could count the stars. Anyways, got there in time for this Indonesian band called Krakatoa

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1070611728261235632003-12-05T16:08:00.000+08:002004-01-02T17:04:12.590+08:00

Just take a walk in the lake gardens in Taiping just about sunset and you'll understand what I mean. Reflection is tragic - Says some poem I read. Moody. Irritated. For no real reason. My song of the day.... ~ Letters From The Wasteland~ by The Wallflowers Now coming down Out of this swandive to your arms I make no sounds When I move through your reservoirs I wake up quick I wake up sick

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1070456690589117462003-12-03T21:04:00.000+08:002004-01-02T17:04:31.543+08:00

It took me two hours to reach work yesterday. Two freaking hours! Well, not exactly work cause it was a technical workshop really and it started at 9am. I was there at 9.10am - walked in late; - all eyez on me late and the director giving the opening speach stopped talking till I had found my seat late. I hate when that happens. Stupid jams. The course was at PWTC and there was/ (is?) this

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1069914590014945812003-11-27T14:29:00.000+08:002004-01-02T17:01:08.030+08:00

The two days passed by pretty damn fast. I didn't get to doing half the things I wanted to - like cleaning my room which has been so cluttered since my exam and washing my clothes which is a huge pile stacked up and overflowing from the laundry basket in my room. Starting to run out of clothes to wear cause of this. V.bad sign! Sigh. But I did manage to spend some time with family. My mum was

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1069666529851085822003-11-24T17:35:00.000+08:002003-11-24T17:43:46.973+08:00

Post Saturday night fever..... Blue, blue Monday Would have been wonderful to take the day off today. But of course being the diligent associate that I am, I actually came to work. :) Ok, in all honesty, I came to work hoping there wouldn't be much to do so I could just surf and write today. Wishful thinking. My manager caught me and gave me tonnes to do... and guess what? He's left and I'm

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Around, around I go.... Yup, he called. At 11.50 am today. And I have been wearing a stuuupid grin on my face ever since. (Sucker). My mum probably thinks I've lost it. She's been giving me funny looks all day and asking if I'm okay. Ha ha.. she probably thinks its too much stress studying. Exam is practically TOMORROW!!!! Countdown over! Oh man... Anyways, wht did he say? Nothing much. I

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1068822273555661912003-11-14T23:04:00.000+08:002003-11-14T23:04:39.256+08:00

Aargh!! He sends me two messages today. I really wish I could slap him on the face! aaaarrggghh... I wanna kill the idiot who invented the SMS. SMS has KILLED romance!! A guy sends two 'mushy' messages on the phone and he thinks he's Mr. Casanova. I hate it. I HATE SMSs!! *pissed off*

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1068746718792994982003-11-14T02:05:00.000+08:002003-11-14T22:55:28.980+08:00

It should hit me.... right about now! Another 4 days to my exam. 3 really cause I can't really count Monday since I will be travelling back to KL that day AND it will be the day I'll be majorly freakin out. So, nothing will actually be entering my head! That.. or I'd have given up all hope of passing and will spend Monday sleeping? Yeah right. Sigh... the future looks bleak.. :( Man, what the

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1068656825631533642003-11-13T01:07:00.000+08:002003-11-13T01:17:08.850+08:00

She must decide... I thought about it and i decided to talk to my dad about her. It did help mainly cause my dad is a wonderful listener and and when he speaks.. he ALWAYS makes sense. And this time it was no different. Well, the conclusion I arrived at from the conversation with my dad is that SHE has to make the decision to leave him. Its harder than it sounds I'm sure but in order for

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1068444417519732952003-11-10T14:06:00.000+08:002003-11-10T14:07:02.140+08:00

I pray for her - but is my prayer alone enough? Can a person receive such extreme emotional and physical battering yet still maintain her sanity? Is it possible that she somehow manages to step above all the horror hoping, praying for a better future although her nightmare visits her every single night? Tell me.. is it possible? Doesn’t she just die inside from each blow she receives? Each blow

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1068313576351185922003-11-09T01:46:00.000+08:002003-11-09T02:05:15.110+08:00

Funny Funny... I am reading some hilarious blogs while writing this. Man some people just know how to write. I think the funniest so far was this guy saying how they have come up with all these criterias to qualify becoming the 1st person in M'sia to go to outerspace. Criteria 5 tops it all! Supposedly you need to be good at public speaking to be up there. Yes.. PUBLIC SPEAKING!! Whats that got

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1067965656966122192003-11-05T01:07:00.000+08:002003-11-05T01:07:40.140+08:00

Exam blues To think I thought these days would be behind me. Sigh... I've been studying the whole day today. But i don't feel i've accomplished much. It honestly feels like i've been reading greek or something. What the hell was i doing in Uni?? This was Mr Seetharaman's subject - if i remember correctly. :( And could i have paid less attention? I think not.. and so i suffer now! I deserve it

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1067621644792522342003-11-01T01:34:00.000+08:002003-11-01T02:04:57.053+08:00

Change in the air..? My knowledge of the political arena in Malaysia borders on apathy. Honestly, I was not thinking about this whole transition thing much. But yet today, i felt a certain despondency watching the passing of power ceremony on TV. I think I’m still feeling it. It’s an indistinct mood – one i can’t really place. A visionary. A pragmatic. Aggressive, shrewd yet gentle and

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1067537385517989722003-10-31T02:09:00.000+08:002003-11-01T02:08:06.346+08:00

Why bother today... when you can put off till tomorrow? Sigh. Self explanatory.

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1067362249475423752003-10-29T01:30:00.000+08:002003-11-01T02:08:27.380+08:00

Me 3rd posting. yay! But got nothing to say tonight. Sitting on my comfy bed staring at the keypads... mind blank. Dreading tomorrow. Procastinating sleep. Cause sleep will bring tomorrow faster. Don't want tomorrow to come. Wish i could take a long drive now. But i can't. Cause i'm at my parents place... and i don't go out after 10.30 when i'm here. :( So what do i wanna say? (Thoughts

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1067275304458977562003-10-28T01:21:00.000+08:002003-11-01T02:08:47.473+08:00

Wht are the 3 things in my head now? 1) I want so much to msg S. 2) I wish he'd call 3) I miss my dog. What is it about a guy playing hard to get that makes him so irresistible. Always believed it was the other way around. Sheesh... 'Don't wanna love you if you don't love me...' Moi. I wish I had done more today than sit around and watch TV. One of the movies i watched was this love story -

guy3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997689.post-1067272626361732882003-10-28T00:37:00.000+08:002003-11-01T02:09:08.626+08:00

‘I know the night is fading, I know that time’s gonna fly, I’m never gonna tell you, Everything I gotta tell you, But I know I gotta give it a try….’ - Air Supply. A translucent morning. I woke up early today with a smile on my face – unlike my usual self. Remembering last night, I reached across for him. He always looked lovely in the mornings. Very unlike me… I need to freshen up before I

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