Goodbye my little friend. You're the cutest, most lovable fish i've ever had. Maybe... your time is up just a little early, but i do hope you'd come as something else into my life again.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Painter Song, Norah Jones
if i were a painter, i would paint my reverie. if that's the only way for you to be with me. we'll be there together just like we used to be, underneath the swirling skies for all to see.
and i'm dreaming of a place where i could see your face and i think my brush will take me there but only if i were a painter, and could paint a memory, i'd climb inside the swirling sky to be with you.
and i'm dreaming of place where i could see your face and i think my brush would take me there but only if i were a painter and could paint a memory. i'd climb inside a swirling sky to be with you. i'd climb inside the skies to be with you.
and i'm dreaming of a place where i could see your face and i think my brush will take me there but only if i were a painter, and could paint a memory, i'd climb inside the swirling sky to be with you.
and i'm dreaming of place where i could see your face and i think my brush would take me there but only if i were a painter and could paint a memory. i'd climb inside a swirling sky to be with you. i'd climb inside the skies to be with you.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Bought this to cushion my back at work. Office chair, *shakes head*. And i pursuaded Ade to buy her piglet too, heeh! From monday onwards, Big head's going to sit with me in the office till i leave.*smiles*
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I've been saying i'm getting stupid. Haha. After getting out of school, i realised i have difficulty talking to people. Not that i stutter. Hah! Just felt that people are evolving to become very clever creatures. Those who dislikes you (but i don't mean "hate") still wants to be your friend, they no longer do bad things to you. Instead, they say impolite and sarcastic things in a nice way, so much so that you can't even understand where they're getting at. I can no longer talk back to people like that. But all the time i still forced myself to say something - to be exact, rubbish. I say rubbish to rubbish people. I throw nonsense at nonsense people. And i become one of them, saying rubbish and talking nonsense. Because i'm saying rubbish, i'm showing people that i'm stupid. I don't want to talk back, saying evil things and stuffs like that to people whom i need to get along with.
Haiz. Where have all the nice people gone?
