I'm Looking At You Through The Glass, Dunno How Much Time Has Passed, All I Know Is That It Feels Like Forever.

hm, the time has come. the time to really think about it. think how i'm just gonna leave something that i wasn't keen on leaving. whether people want me there is another thing, i can see lies in their little words of care. people can't help it but lie. i remember when i was five and i lied when my mom asked me whether i threw away the uneaten vegetables in the dustbin and i just blamed it on my sister (who hated vegetables at that time also). hm...anyway...maybe i'll just leave...don't want to prolong the farewell. just leave...ahhh...yes...

hm...actually...leaving isn't the biggest concern. i mean...nothing to really worry about. i'll just come back. hahaha...muahahaha...hehahaha....hohahaha...yes...i laugh in a really weird way.

hm, and so ends that shitty paragraphs of leaving...why do i make things so sentimental (note i say sentimental not emotional)...maybe just a habit...why do i sometimes talk to myself...maybe just a habit.

hm...i never realized i had the song there you'll be by faith hill from the peral habour soundtrack...and another song that's a hit in my head and ipod is hello by lionel richie...ah, from the 70's, isit? not too sure...but it's a damn nice song...hm...been singing old slow songs this week...then there's also the nice rock ballad song by amy lee and seether by the tittle 'broken'...why am i discussing the songs i'm listening too...hm...now the song that's being played is how to touch a girl by jojo...shit...great timing...

hm, gonna get apple laptop...not the best one but at least as it's a mac...hm...macbook...i wanted the macbook pro..don't buy the air...not really good...only good for turning heads...

hm what else can i bore you with...nothing at the moment...shit...why am i not getting anymore interesting...never mind guys...i hope i'll be able to make you smile more some other time...


Culda

I'm Back And So Is The Gut-Wrenching, Heart-Sinking, Annoyingly Painful Style Of Describing My Pitiful Life.

well, after a while i've been able to get the time to finally write up an entry...and what i can only think of is stuff that's related to my work. tcc...not at a bad place at all actually...and the people there are great....well not all but most of them...esp the managers...ah...the brownies...

anyway, i'm resigning soon and that's so shitty...

ever felt yourself standing infront of the mirror with your uniform on and thinking to yourself that that's the last time you're gonna be wearing that. the last time you're gonna see the people who are the reason you look forward to your next working day. (please ignore the bad english, i've cared less about it ever since the end of o level) the last time when you're gonna do something you really like. hm...gonna miss those guys. real man have control over their emotions, but that doesn't mean they're heartless and feeling-less...whatever that means but you get the point.

then there's also the people, a selected few, maybe 2-3, who you really are gonna miss...never knowing whether you might meet them again or not. i hope we do. then there's so many things about them you're gonna misss...the way they screwed up...the way they made fun of people you hate...the way they made fun of you...ahh...good times...

before i bore you any longer...i'll end on a happy note...bye bye...hahaha

Culda