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Everything Forbidden Becomes Desirable......

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Friday, August 27, 2010

what i have realized i have been doing is running away. I dont revisit what i know could potentially be a lethal blow to my self worth or what i could have had. i try to work it all off and i end up having little or not work left which would have been a good thing on normal days. However, i realized i feel slightly lost without work.

Work gives me purpose, drive, a good enough reason to wake up everyday and to go home late daily. Without it just seems a tad bit unsettling, frightening even.

i do not want to end up going crazy like a colleague of mine in the office, yet i find it physically tiring to get out of the house on weekends to do things albeit on my own. Even when it is not an alone activity, i am just sick and tired of trying. You try really hard, but some things just dont turn out the way you want it to.

hmmm. either way, not revisiting . nope.

6:09 PM
In the words of jo



Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I have been reading the third book by Linsey Kelk entitled "I heart Paris". Granted it isnt an intellectual read, but who cares? At the end of each work day, i wouldnt want to go home and read a book that makes me think further. dont wanna get no insomnia. I have so much nightmares to deal with each morning when i get up and that alone is enough to cause me tones of shoulder and neck ache!

I have read, "I heart New York" & "I heart Hollywood" and i love it! So i was pretty thrilled that there was a third book coming out in Summer. Not that i know what Summer means for me since everyday is Summer in Singapore. So! when i saw it on the shelves i grabbed it like a kiasu aunty grabbing the freshest vegetables from NUTC.

Also, the author's an Editor by day and a writer by night or whatever free time she has i suppose. I think people who are writers by profession should write storybooks. Do i make sense? They have the natural tendency to be a) bitchy. (why did i type butchy?) b)hilarious c) have clever comebacks.

But what i do not understand is, i actually find the 3rd book, for the lack of a better word, bleh-ish. I would usually finish a book in like 2 days max and it has been a week.. i do not understand this nonsense..

Then again, i do not understand alot things that has been going on so i bury my face, ass, and soul into work. work work work work work work work. I am actually happy i have alot of work, but after being so enthusiastic about work, i kinda ran out of work to do. dang!

So..... to keep me busy, i shall surf the Citi & UOB credit card rewards nonsense thing!

I seriously think the stupid summon today destroyed my mood, i had the fullest intention to knock the carpark attendant down till i remembered my job would be at stake. BLAH TO YOU STUPID WOMAN!

Now that it is all out, off i go to surf for awhile..


Yes, i may have hurt you,
But i did not desert you,
Maybe i just wanna have it all.

2:25 PM
In the words of jo



Monday, August 23, 2010

The third thing that made me smile today


Ladybug Toothbrush holder!

5:57 PM
In the words of jo




While driving home one day, DJ Jean Danker was going on about the 3 things that made her smile for the day. So! since i am back to being a hermit again, here's the 2 things that made me smile this morning. I know, abit silly, and stupid, but really, i have nothing much to look forward for recently, so! here goes..

2 things that made me smile this morning

1. To find Bones Season 4 dvds sitting happily on my desk this morning. And i was told to take my time with the dvds! *happiness*

2. To find out that i have absolutely no files for court tomorrow when im on duty! which effectively means, i dont have to get up at 7am and bulldoze my way through traffic just to reach the office at 835am. WIN!

So it isn't such a bad monday as i had anticipated for. So donning the all black outfit kinda defeated my purpose of be-super-grouchy-monday-dont-fucking-bother-me mood. I am actually SMILEY for awhile at least.


So, what made you smile today?


I want to be your favourite hello at your hardest goodbye

12:11 PM
In the words of jo