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!)

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’!

Bitter

I miss the way your hair smells. I miss your laugh.

I miss the things you say. I miss the way you used anything but my name.

I miss your jealousy. I miss your voice.

..I don’t miss you. I fucking hate you.

I’d love to kill you. Both. And you. Twice over.

I’m…