Forward

I resolve not to make any resolutions. See you all next year! (Aah, feels so good to say that..now to get well from this nasty cold!)

The tightening, frightening, the closing in

pic: www.letdownweb.com – a radiohead site

Transport, motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing / the emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people / clinging on to bottles
And when it comes it’s so, so, disappointing

Shell smashed / juices flowing
Wings twitch / legs are going,
Don’t get sentimental / it always ends up drivel
One day, I’m gonna grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
hysterical and

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

You know, you know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
And one day, I’m gonna grow wings
A chemical reaction [You know where you are]
Hysterical and useless [you know where you are]
hysterical and..

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Now playing: Radiohead – Let Down
via FoxyTunes

And then I saw the light

It’s better to burn out than to fade away – Neil Young

I’m not ever burning out; I’m burning brighter than ever before.

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Now playing: The Midway State – A Million Fireflies
via FoxyTunes

Bangers and Mash?

Nah..bacon and eggs taste way better. ;)
Mmmmmm.

Malaysia Boleh!

Have never been so proud to call them my neighbours. (link via Lainie)
Also, here.

Week 15 of 24: Daily Motion

What I’ve been doing every weekday for the past 15 weeks (excluding calling in ’sick’ thrice and doing up a 4000 word report in a couple of hours a.k.a. stuff I never knew I knew, much less regurgitate) :

6~6.40am – tumble out of bed and display general morning grumpiness
6.45am – leave house
6.47am – return for ipod/company pass/phone/wallet
6.52am – do the 100m dash which includes a flight of stairs (in 9 seconds flat, or so it seems) for the bus
7.17am (if I don’t end up having to take a taxi) – hurtle across overhead bridge and catch company bus
7.56am – get left behind on the bus, walk to work
8am~5.15pm – shred and photocopy documents, take orders for milo (2 cold, 7 hot, “not so sweet again okay, please!!!”), chat about (recent topic:) hepatitis B and birkenstocks, take 3 hour breaks..

P.S. Thank the heavens, I’m not dealing with urine (!!) contrary to popular belief. But I will someday attain the perfect milo formula for normal people, and stop getting exclamations sent my way i.e. “you added three tablespoonfuls of condensed milk!??!” …But that’s my usual intake? ..acute type II diabetes?

P.P.S. Workplace casualties: need to escape from perfect upper lips, irresistible tongues, attractive mindsets, and a very hot French lady. ;)

Spidergirl?

First posted at errant:

It just occurred to me that scaling condominium gates isn’t something you’re supposed to do in the dead of the night. (Er..or at any point, for that matter) But I re-discovered some muscles I thought were ‘extinct’!