knocked at 10:30

comes a new week, idealistically accompanied by loads of wonderful surprises. some 9 hours later, i would be sitting through a real meeting with the director of Markono group. this sounds freaky only perhaps i dont wish to disclose my age. imagine how candid would it be to see him jaw-dropped upon his realisation that the yuan he has been emailing is just some average 19 year old kid!
and comes that night, i can get to take ride on a bloody roller coaster.

set on

Diary-X has suffered from an unrecoverable drive failure. Due to a combination of issues, the last backup (from December 2004) contained only configuration files and other non-essential files. We do not have any other backups for the site. All journals, user information, forum posts, templates, images, and everything else are all irrecoverably lost.

it's a painful goodbye to a place i've marked territory for 2 years. now not a single bit of them's left. all's gone in the network, together with my jc life.

well, hello blogspot. i'm here to stay.

green light to raising prawns calls for celebration!

song and the bean

holla. nobody died from heart attack, we only wet ourselves. it's such an old game, only with a new twist, but it's fun all the same. happy birthday my friend.

work's still bringing me new experiences. i shall try suggesting prawns. and raffles place still remains a maze, waiting for me to explore. i dont know if there's any link here but clarke quay has changed. or not. being there was a whole new experience altogether. wouldnt it be nice to pull along a good old slr, snap and swing along to those jazzy beat with the comforting company of ha-ha friends, who only wishes to chill out. or a quite evening, sipping white wine with my guy at the stairs just across the river. surely a neat change from all the cheap thrills that i've been searching for.

self inflicted bitterness

he plays a tune far better than this soul, and leaves me with extreme low feel-good quotient if there is any exisiting in the first place.

into this pool of self inflicted bitterness. such stupidity.

logical, mechanical and numerical.

i was afraid of blowing my spin.

excitement comes knocking on the door

diet's on maternal instinct, choice theory, the truth about you, the 7 heavenly virtues leadership, career, aptitude and selection tests, and the new feminine brain.
sure enough bloatedness to keep me going for a fortnight.

excitement comes knocking on my door.

lego and bricks

i used to play lego. now i play bricks.

fakes fishes, frozen terrapins and the feng shui

why do you look so happy today?
i'm always like this.
yar, true.

maybe getting a terrapin for the workplace isnt a very good idea. jerry likes his fake fishes.

randomly, we talk about dots, business and more business.

mudpies, nachos, jokes and girls

sinful are the mudpies, nachos. hell unhealthy i know, but it's not for a horrendously huge eater to keep in mind the suggested calories intake.

and neither is it for the weak stomachs.

why did the soldier come back from war in bras and panties?
they had a triumph.

after so many years, we can still sit around and laugh at our not-so-funny jokes.

plate and the crumbling crisps

massive drive failure at diary-x leaves me with no choice but to refer myself back to this salvation. now i'm playing around with ideas but i wouldnt know for sure if i'm comfortable enough with blogger to move in permanently. maybe cos we all know that blogger fails too sometimes.

anyhows, away are those hectic days, and also my scurried nineteenth. too much good food, well wishes and presents received, so here is the big thank you that i owe not. at least i dont anymore.

exactly 3 days later, a plate came and saved the crumbling crisps. they still fill stomachs.