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a smile that stays. a laugh that last. ♥

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

i quarreled with my dad throughout the journey home.

and you know of people who would just forget what they say during the fight and carry on? well, thats not me. i'm feeling guilty and bad. i understand his POV but i hate the way he puts it. it gives me the feeling that he did it on purpose.

but then, maybe its cause i've always been, believe it or not, "independent". being the m iddle child and all, i dont require much attention. they dont spend much on my emotional needs because i'm always happy and all. problems in school were automatically solved by me.

but now, i just need this lil bit more of attention to help me chase away my big bubble of insecurity. but, i know its impossible/hard for them cause they're tired from trying to make ends meet.

i need something thats solid. that wont change. thats secure in my life. too many things are happening + changing at the same moment. i cant deal with it.

and i am afraid to pour it out to other people. because, everytime i do that, they run away. they start to shun away from me.

i'm the kind of person who will flood you with sms-es and chat with you online at every possible time. but i dont do that as i'm afraid that i'm actually sending you too much msges and you'll find it annonying. or weird that why i'm msging you when we dont even have things to talk about.

sometimes, i wish to go back to secondary school days where i'm happy and confident. no sense of insecurity.

whats different now?

sometimes i wish i can let go of all my fears and just live...

i want to travel. go on a holiday. to down under.

@ 12:58 AM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

i keep forgetting to say this.

thanks ber. thanks for coming down to visit me on saturday.

thanks poon weilin for always visiting me these days during your break.

and, its starting to dawn on me that my grandpa is gone.

@ 12:24 AM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

Monday, February 27, 2006

i have just been through the lousiest day and a half of 2006.

and i think it might just continue till end of this week or god knows when.

i KNOW i neeed to cry it all out. and god knows, i have alot to cry about.

but then, i cant seem to find the right person or right time or the right place or all three combinations.

i feel downright awful.

i have come to a conclusion about my job.

help.

@ 12:09 AM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

Friday, February 24, 2006

do not tell me that you like sale.

cause, i dont like sale as of today.

i've been poked, shoved, stepped on, interrupted, kicked and MY BUTT got touched by a lady. crap. and the shop is crammed. with everyone screaming for attention. my right arm has a blue black =( anbd i felt like crying while i was serving the customers.

good service begins with me.

so, why cant they wait? or just be polite? smile when i smile at you(i mean, i AM VERY TIRED but i still smile k!) ? say thank you or something when i say thank you. i mean, i always say no problem when people say thank you. *sigh*

note to self: good service begins with me.

i cant imagine what a saturday/sunday situation will be like in NAC. i mean, J8 on a weekday is already bananas. NAC on a weekend? you're kidding me.

please dont tell me we are going to visit my cousin and niece on saturday. i'll cry! cause i'll never be able
to make it.

oh, have i told you i reached home at 12 midnight today? i left for work at 10. *faints*

complain complain complain. thats all i ever do these days.

positive thing that happened today..hmmm...i had hotcakes for breakfast? cheese fries for lunch? coke after work?

right.

"I don’t see myself when I look in the mirror
I see who I should be
I don’t see myself when I look in your eyes
Thank god for that

I don’t see myself when I look across the river
I see where I should be"
- Crossfire by Starsailor


@ 12:47 AM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

i woke up at 9.00am after a horrible night filled with nightmares about brain juice ( i suspect its because of what my cousins were talking about 2 nights ago about people eating brains.)

went to work at 10.20am. and worked all the way till 10.07pm. i am shagged. i did arrangements, price tagging etc for the sale tomorrow. so to all cheapo boyfriends (who wish to buy a gift to their girlfriends at a discounted price) and pretty gal pals,

PERLINI'S SILVER ANNUAL SALE
30 - 70%
23rd Feb to 26th Feb

and i'll be at J8 from wed to fri. and NAC on sat and sun. come find me for lunch if you're free. haha. other than that i think i wont be able to chat with you all cause the shop is gonna be busy busy busy. *sigh* poor poor feet.

@ 11:00 PM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

for those who still dont know, my grandpa passed away on saturday.

and, the bloody hospital only called after he went. i shall not comment on that.

thanks to all who msged me. san cyn sivan mabel juan lai poon . but lai was the only one who called and msged. appreciate that. thanks, gal.

anyway, after being in the company of the cousins, it felt weird to wake up today knowing that its gonna be a quiet one.

i used to dread having reunions, i have to admit. but now, i dont think i do. well, not as much.

it just takes a long time for me to warm up to people.

and i found the word to describe the kind of endings i like. its bittersweet. yup.

i seriously dont know what to say.

work tomorrow at J8 from 11 to 8. sigh.

i'm starting to miss the people at Isetan Scotts.

my contract is coming to an end. should i continue? but i want to spend more time at home. grr.

@ 10:39 PM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Come to Hark Music Cafe Bar @ 62 Prinsep Street (opp. Paradiz Centre).
MRT: Dhoby Ghuat (5min walk)

Tired of SINGING in ktv? Feel like trying your hands on something new..?

Try our 'UNPLUGGED KARAOKE'!!

Sing your hearts out together with our LIVE BAND as they play your favourite hits. The best part is you can go on stage to sing anytime or just sit back & Chill..

The plus++ point? There is no cover charge like ktvs or pubs.. all you need to do is to order a drink each!!

Call 6339 0100 or simply visit www.harkmusic.com for more details.

*Please help to pass the message around! Thanks!

@ 1:51 AM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

sivan, lai, san, cyn and mabel.

ur valentine's day pressie's are ready for collection at isetan scotts. hehe.

now i have to go and write ur letters. haha.

@ 12:00 AM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.

Monday, February 06, 2006

yeaH! new skin! doesnt it remind you of my PW project on plastic surgery? bleh. its nice any-o-how. haha.

link for cny pics up. not like anyone cares. haha. its my family photo what. so who will want to look? haha.

pissed off with someone. shes so bloody ungrateful.

i'm at isetan scotts this mth. feel free to come visit or have lunch witth me. please? with cheery on top? haha.

i feel so bad not replying my US friend for so long.

right, i'm beat.

valentine's day. is anything gonna happen? its so commercialised. yikes.

@ 12:53 AM |wished.hoped.waited.dashed.