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Thursday, Jul 9, 2009 1:54PM / Standard Entry

I m on the verge of closing this blog down. I just dont feel I can connect to anyone at all actually. It seems that my values, life goals, ambitions, wishes, dreams do not tally for some weird reason. I have already started importing my blog entries into here. Yes, you did not hear wrongly. I actually have another blog. I m trying hard to convince myself to stay on but nothing seems right. All of a sudden. I m sure I will keep my profile but just not the entries. Cause there is really no point.

I m sure those who are willing to read will be able to find my new url. If not, then I will just take it that I have lost a reader whom was never interested in my entries in the first place.

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Today ...

Tuesday, Jul 7, 2009 5:01PM / Standard Entry

I survived with a bare minimum of 4 hours of sleep last night till now. So maybe crying wasnt a good idea last night. My eyes seem to have a mind of their own when I woke up. I have yet to open Gmail to check my inbox the entire day despite the presence of internet, which calls for shocking news cos I can barely live through an hour without looking at my emails. They seem to flood my inbox constantly.

Been doing stuff like cleaning glass/sweeping floor/wiping Roen and OF whilst breathing in dust, enduring the smell of burnt metal/hair and the ever persistent drilling and banging. Oh my mama. I m so hopeless when it comes to trying to get over the drilling noises. I just feel like screaming. This is already the second consecutive day. Kinda of explains why I never ever go along with my dad when any potential new house of ours is under major reconstruction. YS has scuttled to close the office doors and open the windowsto block everything but least to say, it was one very unsuccessful attempt.

Shall now go burnt more coconut incense. It smells horrid but at least better than the smell of paint, silicon and burnt hair ??!! Reminder to myself to bring Summer Hill room spray to try and convince oneself that the whole store really doesnt smell that terrible ...

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Transformers ...

Tuesday, Jul 7, 2009 12:34PM / Standard Entry

21 Guns - Green Day
My favourite song now.

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10 promises ...

Monday, Jul 6, 2009 11:57PM / Standard Entry

1. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
2. Place your trust in me. It's crucial to my well-being.
3. Be aware that however you treat me I'll never forget it.
4. Before you scold me for being lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me.
5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when it's speaking to me.
6. Remember before you hit me, I have teeth that could hurt you, but that I choose not to hurt you.
7. Take care of me when I get old.
8. You have your work, your entertainment, and your friends. I have only you.
9. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful for me.
10.Go with me on difficult journeys. Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember I love you...
Gigi, I love you. Thanks for being there for me ever since I needed you.

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Monday once again ...

Monday, Jul 6, 2009 1:35PM / Standard Entry

For some weird reason, I woke up this morning thinking that lesson was at 930 when it was 900. So much for trying to be on time. I really need to start learning how to be punctual. I believe the atrocity of my punctuality leaves much to imagination.

Prepwork for working today inlcudes allergy medication and blocking out of noises. Hate drilling noises to the max. And now I get a heart attack every 2 minutes when one of the workers show some body part behind me. Not to say it is scary, just very unexpected.

Managerial communication is not as easy as I would have thought. There is actually homework. I havent done homework for a really long time. I think I wont exactly be bothered with handing it up. As usual. My school habits have been cultivated this way since I was 12. Either way, the teacher opinion of me isnt really all that good.

That is life for now. Everytime I think there will be peace, I m proven wrong. I m sure my life and thoughts are jinxed somehow or rather. Positive thinking my ass ...

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