Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Women...

This may be generalization. Offended or otherwise, you tell me. I've nothing against the female species.

Me: I'm going downstairs to take something from sis's friend.

Mum: Downstairs where?

Me: Downstairs lobby.

Mum: Take what thing?

Mum: Take from who?

*leaves the house*

Me: I went to take money.

Mum: Money from who?

Me: Money from sis's friend.

Mum: for what?

Me: He wants me to buy something on his behalf from Malaysia.

Mum: What does he want to buy?

Me: Some computer stuff.

Mum: Then you know what to buy for him or not?

Me: Why is it that I am only telling you that I am going downstairs for less than 5 minutes and you asked me so many questions?!

Mum: Just asking only ma...

Me: Sigh...



Please to my friends who belong to this XX species, do not be so inquisitive and long winded when you age. Age gracefully s'il te plaît.

Cya all when I'm back on Friday.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Unwell.

All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
I don't know why

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Me

Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow
I've lost my mind

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be, yeah
Well I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be

Saturday, May 26, 2007

This or That...

When you do not meet your expectations, or when things do not go your way, you either work harder, or you give up.

For now, I'm giving up. I'm letting go and just letting nature takes its course.

Fool me.

I look back, smile... and know it's time to move on.

Friday, May 25, 2007

I am

Heavy hearted.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Numbing soon.

Pain is numbing soon. That can be a good or bad thing. You know you are moving on/ adapting when the same things no longer mean as much to you. Throwing away old toys, deleting messages in your mailbox (email or phone), deleting photos in the phone that used to mean something.

Either that or you are just giving up. Giving up on holding on to things that you know will not be the same ever again.

Either way, it's bad. There's still some hope left in me I guess since I can still have the sanity to determine that this is undesirable.

Well, anyway, why bother logging in to MSN when there's no one to converse with? Worse still, that the person is there but there seems to be nothing to chat about or well, the other party is just too busy to chat?

That's the reason I logged off even though I wasn't going to bed. I just did not want it to be the scenario where there's.. silence. Me wanting to say so much but the other party just not there to receive it all.

Sigh. Night.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Stupidity works better

Sometimes, I think it'll work better if I'm not that scheming, not that bright, not that logical.

At least that way, I will believe wholly what others tell me without reading too deeply into it. Well, at least that way, if I am to be hurt, at least I can shift the responsibility to the other party. Who is to be so evil to cheat a naïve and simple person like me. But no... that's not the case, in reality, I am not that. I may thus end up seeking for hurt and depression. There're so many people's nickname saying "the pursuit of happiness",I mean, everyone's looking for happiness. What kind? In what forms? I want my happiness too.

Constantly seeking for it. And yet, I may already have achieved it, just that I was greedy and asked for more. Resulting in more unhappiness and dissatisfactions... oh well..

my eyes are shifty and my world is shaking right in front of me. gotta go.

beaux rêves

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Photos

Yes. I think I have aged.

Short.

I'll take the present as a gift.

Beaux rêves.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Disgust.

Over the past few days, I realized that I may have turned into someone I never wanted to be. Someone whom I never thought I could be. And it's all in a bad sense. I started doing some small things that I did not want to do, and I know that those small acts would not be forgiven. Maybe it's better for them to be exposed so that it all will come to an end. What's the point of holding on to something that isn't worth it? Something that will end up hurting more than healing.

Right now, I'm going to stop sending out sms(es) to talk crap. I don't think I will send out anymore to tell you how wonderful the morning is and have a great day and all those shit. Not many people do that to me anyway, so what is the hoohah about spreading the love? We are all born individuals, and will move on that way, and end that way.

We can prepare for something that we are able to predict and therefore maybe prevent it. But there are things/ events that are predictable, yet there is nothing we can do to prepare for it in order to prevent it. Some others, we can prepare, cannot predict, and yet, able to prevent it.

Ok. Enough of this emo sorta blog entries. Guess things ain't moving far off from where I began this blog.

Sick to the gut.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Funny.

It's funny how when your heart feels for something, or someone. Your mind follows and desires only for that one thing/ person. It's almost difficult to separate the two of them as much as you try. In fact, the harder you try, the tougher it becomes. Similar to the analogy of wanting to hold on to something, and yet like sand,the harder you grip, the faster the sand slips through your fingers. The only thing that you can do, treasure each moment that it's slipping away. Once it's done, grab another bunch and do the same. It's definitely easier to let go rather than being the one who is being let go of. Of course, you have no choice when you are the latter. At least as the former, you choose how fast, slow and how much you want let go.

Possibly impossible to grab back the same bunch every again. Good things do not last, and they definitely do not come knocking twice.

Nope, nothing of that sort happened to me yet. But the keyword here is YET and yes, I am expecting it to happen. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe 3 weeks later, maybe 2months, or maybe 1 year and a half? Well, the only thing I'm sure of is that it will come to a sudden end. In the meantime, as much as I am preparing myself for any changes in my life, the loss of something or someone, I'm fighting a losing battle. The fact is, I can never be fully prepared for changes in my life. I know myself. Being hard on the outside has nothing, totally nothing to do with what and how I feel inside.

Another thing, it's funny how sometimes we say things we don't mean in order to get a result that we hope for. Why is it such a way? Why not say something we mean and get what we hope for? Isn't that a better choice? Apparently it doesn't work that way. So, every now and then we sometimes say "I'm not too sure if I want to go along" simply means I want to but well, I want some persuasion, I need some attention and effort from the other party to make me feel important, or more importantly, to feel WANTED. But why? Why is it so difficult to just make it known in the very first place?

People having to play their front stage and back stage characters/ personalities... it can be tiring. Why don't we all just put down our masks? Take a chance, and live life as it is. And yes, funny how I am proposing this but yet, I am possibly the first one who doesn't want to do it. What's there to gain? Plenty to lose maybe.

Though working and taking my mind off stupid useless thoughts like this, there are times such as the 1 stop train ride and the lonesome walk home from the train station in almost total darkness that reminds me of how me, an individual just doesn't really fit in anywhere. Not much at home, not much in school/ lessons, not much at work, not much anywhere. The virtual world remains my friend. The television, and maybe my cell phone that remains dumb. Either that, or I am deaf and not hearing it buzz.

I entertained the thought of disposing the cell, and going back to a pager. At least you have the choice of returning the call without having the obligation to pick up the phone. Pager - no picking up. Lousy argument you may propose, but well, that's how I see it. But then again, you, or I will need a phone to return the call IF I decided to do so. And how lovely it was to have the ability to communicate through alpha-numeric...Technology technology, you wish you did not have to live with them, yet we cannot live without them.

Nowadays, I don't even know if the person is smiling, needless to assume laughing when (s)he types "haha" on msn or sms. How often do you actually mean it? By hugging a friend, do you feel just the body, or do you feel the bond? Sometimes, by looking at the gestures between my bosses and their friends, a simple peck (or even one that is simulated), a common practice in France and several European countries, I think that by doing something like that often, you actually start to believe in it. Tell me something I can do so that I can truly believe in it someday. :)

Ok, digressed. Just a mess of thoughts in my mind.

Bonne nuit.

(Ironic the entire entry is not so funny afterall)





Friday, May 11, 2007

je suis fatigué

Oui, tu peux dire qu'il est en raison de mon travaux, c'est parce que je ne me suis pas assis presque 9 heures aujourd'hui... de 1300hrs à 2200hrs. Woah!

Maintenant, mes jambes sont presque mortes.

Aussi, j'ai vu mon amie Teresa aujourd'hui et bien qu'elle n'ait pas mangé à mon restaurant, je suis heureux de la voir. Et Julien m'a demandé encore, "Elle est ton amie?", "Oui, finalement, mon amie et ne pas mon ami d'école."

Alors, je veux me reposer.

Bonne soirée à tous. Beaux rêves.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

High and low

Smallville Season 6 Episode 11: Scene where Oliver Queen leaves Lois Lane to carry on his quest of stopping Lex Luthor from destroying the world. Lois Lane, in tears, holding him for one last time, but briefly and letting go, walking away.

High and Low Lyrics:

I'm going to see some friends from out of state

The very trip that you were supposed to take a while
ago
But it fell through
Like all of you
Like all of you

Thought I'd make the drive but a free plane ride is in
the air
And just like that my fear of it disappeared
Like all of you
Like all of you

And I look high and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low

Once I can see straight I might move somewhere cold
Seattle or the bay area, to see your ghost
What's left of you
What's left of you

And I look high and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low

Found a letter from a man I might have met, addressed
to you
And I'll steal the words he ended with:
I miss you
And I do
Miss you
And I do

High and low for yesterday
High and low for you and I
High and low

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Acceptance. Official.

Received an email from school telling me that I can head down to collect my letter of acceptance and the package that comes along with it regarding my application to the exchange programme.

Seems like I do not have to wait till July before hearing anything from there anyway!

Now that it's progressing, I have more reasons to plan my trip. More reasons to start saving more money.

Yup, more reasons to look forward to the end of holidays.

Cheers.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Ache

Been smallvilling recently because Season 6 has (un)officially been available to me... and in Episode 3, towards the ending where everyone is lovey dovey except for of course, Clark Kent, this song (Ache by James Carrington) is being played in the background. Lana and Lex, Lois and Oliver (Green Arrow), Chloe and Jimmy,

Personally, it's a emo-sappy song, but it never fails touch in the right way...

Anyway, enjoy the song...


Thursday, May 3, 2007

24th birthday...

This is an entry that some people fear reading...

No, this year, there is no wish list.

Instead, there is just a request... a rather simple one.

This year, though not an annual event, there is a

"Help Desmond travel to Europe 2007" Fund.

Please, instead of spending money on things that I may like or appreciate, how about channeling the effort and possibly money to something that I definitely will like AND appreciate??

On my part, of course, I am not just sitting here waiting for funding. As you all would already know, I am working my ass off...

Don't worry if you cannot aid/ fund me in any way, don't feel bad (like you will) or anything. I still appreciate your friendship. hahah

Once again, there's a hotline and you should already know it - 92*****5 and let the one who answers your call know the amount you would like to 'donate'. Either that, or you can email him, leave a comment here, or simply, meet up with him!

hahaha.. such a great demand I have just put up. I'm sure I will receive like tonnes of curses.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Sans titre

À mon lieu de travail, je suis apprécié par mon patron et les clients. Chaque fois, je travaille de 16h à 22h. j'ai travaillé du samedi et à la fin de chaque jour, je suis très fatigué. Bien que fatiqué, je me sens satisfait. Par exemple, aujourd'hui, un des clients a commenté que je suis un bon aide au restaurant et elle m'a donné quelques bouts d'argent.

Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais j'aime l'environnement et j'aime ce que je dois faire.

Je suis très occupé au travail et rarement le repos, préparant des desserts, repas servants, préparant boit etc...

Parfois, je parle avec mes patrons en français et anglais et essaye de les améliorer.

Translation:

I fucking love my job.