9:20pm
I just had dinner with my colleagues. It was supposed to be a farewell dinner but since we already had a farewell lunch, a farewell dinner. So this just kinda makes it something for us to hang around and eat stuff. We had dinner at Sri Thai, it's this so called Thai restaurant at pj, opposite of pj Hilton. The food is not exactly that good, I mean for a so called Thai restaurant, I felt like I was eating some Chinese cuisines. For the quality of the food, it's actually pretty pricy, but what the hell, farewells are farewells. People will do the same to you right? So it's a good thing to contribute. :)
After dinner we went to A&W for supper. I had the to die for root beer float. I mean, how can something be so tasty? Hmmm.

I'm now on the bus going home. Was supposed to met JL, ZZ and WK for xiebo, but they kinda blew me off.
The never stop changing of life. :)


11:33pm
I'm dead tired. I've downloaded a lotnof classical songs into the iPod. Yeah! It's time for me to cleanse myself. :)

Sleeping now.


"NFTB"

Somehow I don't feel right.

I feel as if there's this barrier that's blocking us.

:(

"NFTB"

I'm sorry, that I doubted you.
I shouldn't have do so.
Me and my immature behavior.

I should have trusted what you said without any doubt.
I'm an idiot.

I guess I just want to be there for you whenever your feeling down.

Geez. What have I done?


'NFTB '
I'm sorry



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The midnight bus

As you all know, I'm a frequent bus taker.
Kinda think of it, not frequent, it's a daily thing to me.
Because of the whole political shit, the public transport in Malaysia has never been good, not to be mean here, it's kind of a fact, but anyway I still take it no matter how lousy it is. So that kinda makes me somehow a Malaysian right? I don't know.

I always like bus rides, I don't know, some good music and the views is just so relaxing. It has never failed to take things off my mind.
When I'm going home on the public transport at night, dealing with depression or just feeling sad, the scenery always helped to make me feel slightly better.

I just feel so down today, no particular reason, it's either that I've got reasons to be high or there's something going on that I'm not aware of. Like what the hell is with this shit. Geez

I guess I'm just bring grumpy when I'm tired. I'm not exactly having enough rest this recent. Even if I got to bed early, I'll mostly be turning here and there till 12am then finally I can sleep.

Oh well, life.


"NFTB"


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I'm lucky to have you in my life as you've always cared so much about me.

Up till a certain extent, some times, I feel like you're my parent, you care more than they do.

The only difference is that you're not part of the making process of me.

That's not a big issue isn't it?

But anyway, I'm glad to have you by my side at times like this.

Every time when I'm down, you just put a smile on my face.

"NFTB"
Off to bed I go.

P.s: I love you.

We ( me and my family ) went back Johor for qing ming yesterday.

Woke up around 4 something that morning, and hopped on the car at 5.

The only thing that I remembered is taking two big pillows on the car and sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was already back in Kluang, and it was around 9 something.

Had breakfast at that shop that sells delicious toasted bread.

Then went to grave.

Did the whole cleaning, and praying shit.

Ended at 2 something.

Well my thoughts are, when you're doing things just for the sake of doing it.

It doesn't mean much does it.

Religions/Rituals has never been my thing.

I mean, if I don't believe it, how can I do it?

Even if I did it, what's the point of doing so?

It's not like after I pray, "they" will give me more money, or luck, or wisdom, etc.

Right?

So why no move your lazy ass and do what you want to achieve than praying and burning colored paper/paper origami of stuffs.

Zzzz.

Was quite furious about the whole thing, because of some dead people that I've got no idea who the hell they are, I need to wake up so damn early.

Fine, I'm good with the whole qing ming concept, but the main thing is we need to drive all the way back to Johor just to do so.

I mean, that's just ridiculous. Patrol no need money ah?

We can't rewind time alright?

Geez.

I just want some "me" time, Sunday is supposed to be my "me" time.

And my "me" time had be taken up dead people.

Major xianness.

With a blink of an eye, now I'm back at work, sitting this desk, waiting for some damn miracle to happen so that I'll be rich and no need to work for the rest of my life.

LOL

"NFTB"
Going for lunch now.

p/s: I know I'm thinking too much. hehe

After using blogger for almost 2 years, I only found out that you can view your blog's stats.

haha.

After viewing it, I'm like, ok, I'm a really lousy blogger, but what the hell.

This blog is supposed to only about me and my life, so I don't really give a damn about the stupid stats.

Oh well, I seriously need to write more eh, I feel like my ability to write is really really decreasing,

although writing has never been the first choice of my studies.

"NFTB"

stats stats stats.

When the passion in your heart rises above, and life just don't give any damn about it, that sucks.

Well, that's how I feel now.
I feel lost, like a bird in the sky trying to find it's way home to the tree that it belongs.
Music has never left me, the thing is that I left music.
I left when I was 15. I left because my mum told me that there's no way for me to persue music in the future, and then I gave up. I stopped taking lessons.
I regretted that move.
If I had continued, I could have been better.

And again today, I was shot down like a bird that was shit down by a hunter. The bird didn't die at that particular moment where it got shot, the pain is sinking in, kicking in until it passes out. I'm like the bird now, the pain of rejection is kicking in.
I guess, there's really no way for me to learn.

I guess all I can do now is, just sit and wait.


"NFTV"
a broken teenage heart

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I'm currently in a very pek cek phase, I'm really pek cek about the data that I'm trying to enter which have tons of problems. For god's sake, can people just do their work nicely?

I mean, you're getting paid to work, just work nicely la, what for to simply do your work and make other people suffer.

I've been a temp staff at this office for like 5 months, I'm kinda the office boy here.

Just so you know, I pick up the phone because it's damn effing annoying, ( cause once the phone rings, the whole office bising , damn pekcek), not because it's my job to pick up phone calls. I'm not the receptionist alright?

Just now, someone called and asked for one of the marketing exec, I told the guy that she's not at her place that moment, and the guy ask me whether can he leave a message. I was like wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf. Because I'm dealing with the effing messed up data, which already made me feel really pekcek, you still want me to do something which is not part of my job, if I'm no longer working here I would say NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! then hung up. Idiots.

I really have the urge to tell the guy just now.

"Just so you know, I'm not the receptionist. "

Major xianness.

AHHHH.

You know, I just notice something.

Whenever I try to write a blog, to be a little literature, I always ends up with nothing and just stares at this blank space.

Now I know what am I capable of writing, writing complaints. hehe.

I know I'm a whining kid, but I feel a lot better after writing a blog with typing really loud, it's like you wanna type the hell out of your keyboard.

*ta da*

hehe...

Done rambling.

I'm fine, no worries eh.

I just wanna let this negative energy out, before it turns into a pimple.

Alright, back to work.

"NFTB"

What have I done? I wish I could
Away from this ship goin' under
Just tryin' to help, hurt everyone
Now I feel the weight of the world is
On my shoulders

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow

But how many it times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight

Can I start again with my faith shaken?
'Cause I can't go back and undo this
I just have to stay and face my mistakes
But if I get stronger and wiser
I'll get through this

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow

But how many it times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight

So I throw up my fist
I will punch in the air
And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair
Yeah, I'll send out a wish
Yeah, I'll send up a prayer
And finally, someone will see
How much I care!

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow

But how many it times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight

I'm a strong believer of fate, because I do believe that things always happen for a reason.

It's either you grab that chance, or it just slips pass you like the blowing wind.

We'll never know what's coming at us, the only thing to do is, get things right and move on forward.

"NFTB"

It's been a long time since I last blogged. I know I should be sleeping now, but the fact is I can't sleep, kept turning round and round. You're the only thing that's on my mind right now, how I wish I can hug you to bed in this lonely evening. Oh man, this sucks.
I'm just typing crap here. Oh well, gotta work tomorrow.
Night.




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