tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3173422888299027732012-02-16T15:14:25.670+08:00the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.comBlogger2181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-43321666804810127762007-11-27T17:15:00.000+08:002007-11-27T17:20:19.886+08:00

because i've signed up for nuffnang and wordpress doesn't really let me do much with the layout unless i buy space (with money i clearly don't have). a couple of updates. terribly terribly hooked to linkin park's latest album and that girly crush on chester bennington has risen again. this time, it encompasses mike shinoda.HELP! i'm 22 and still behaving like a little girl (does not help that i

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Have moved.Update biatchez!

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I quote someone, that sometimes things just fall into place. And fall they do, when you least expect them to. This weeks looks to be quite fun. What with meeting the classmates tomorrow at Timbre for some catching up and laughs as well as getting ready for Phuket. I've been pretty exhausted. Late nights, early mornings and tonnes of WZ-related articles that I've been avoiding because of FIVB (and

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-39801450854974651642007-06-10T11:56:00.000+08:002007-06-10T12:23:42.128+08:00

Running purists will frown at me.I was late. But I still ran! I had one goreng pisang and water and the nano to keep me going. And well, I ran back the same way too. All in all, 3.2kliks. Not bad. It's like running around the neighbourhood, only warmer and packed with a LOT of people.Chilling with the DYL-ers, as always, is cool. Although it's beginning to grate on my nerves when all they (or

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-74980822292058401812007-06-09T13:25:00.000+08:002007-06-09T13:46:43.453+08:00

My kit arrived. My shoulders hurt. I have to get ready for work. I realise I can start my own talkshow and call it, The Grumpy Show with Lin. Cute right? But For a second I thought Nike had a whole range of equipment for hockey and when I clicked on it, CHEY! It's for ice hockey. Oh well. Then again, I believe I've outgrown the sport somewhat and apart from random quips of beach volleyball here

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-60607908881455477082007-06-08T23:34:00.001+08:002007-06-08T23:34:51.199+08:00

Two words: I'm running.And speaking of weird, whilst doing research at work today I found this - Extreme Ironing? Ookae. Sometimes, people have too much time on their hands eh?"You only think you understand. People cannot perfectly understand each other. They can't even understand themselves. Understanding a hundred percent of anything is impossible. So, people endeavour to attempt to learn about

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-16225658615883322612007-06-07T22:07:00.000+08:002007-06-07T22:08:32.684+08:00

I am amazed, at times, at how violent I get when I'm angry. Looking at the aftermath, wondering what possessed me. You get that feeling sometimes, that you're just alone. That as much as you try reaching out to people, trying to express what it is that you feel that you're going through but no one simply understands. I just want to give up, surrender. I just want to let go and stop being so

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-53351540250619741002007-06-07T14:21:00.000+08:002007-06-07T14:25:43.101+08:00

I am trying to figure out where 70bucks disappeared from my account. It cannot be from the Singapore Cancer Foundation because the monthly donations should be deducted on the 15th of every month. Unless, I've been tricked and there goes my faith in charitable organizations who actually try to scam and con people. Not nice. Really not nice. It had me embarassing the shit out of myself and swearing

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-64171566194611469322007-06-06T01:57:00.000+08:002007-06-06T02:03:49.327+08:00

While the rest of the world sleeps, I found my guilty indulgence. Standing by the window with Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and watching the trails of smoke from my dying cigarette. Never strange, never funny how classical music - the instrumentals - never fail to soothe frayed nerves and tired souls. I wonder what was going through Beethoven's mind when he composed this. By far, one of the most

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-37827395824150522002007-06-05T19:09:00.000+08:002007-06-05T19:10:24.194+08:00

Today we live in the era of information. Information that comes with just the click of the mouse. That gets us virtually about anything that we went. No more need for manual research. No more need to travel painstakingly to the library to do your research. All you need was a working CPU and a modem (plus internet subscription) and you were free. Done for the day.At first it was Altavista and

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-44031203636498355772007-06-05T15:10:00.001+08:002007-06-05T15:11:11.054+08:00

I think I blog way too much when there's too much time on my hands. Or actually that isn't the case because I have had too much time just the inability to express what I truly want to say.There are times where you question the viablity and sustainability of romance in this day and age. An era filled with skeptics and cynics eager to prove the optimist and the romantic wrong. I'm all for

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-41561644273615041762007-06-05T12:33:00.000+08:002007-06-05T12:55:36.215+08:00

This morning, as much as I was cheated out of a dollar for my cabfare, it was interesting to see the way family attempt to stay together and be in contact. The taxi driver and his whole family play Maple Story. Yes, that stupid hack-slash repetitive nonsense that I was hooked once and then got frustrated and gave up on it completely. Everyone plays. His wife, two daughters, brother-in-law and

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-79042267269245256762007-06-04T19:57:00.000+08:002007-06-04T20:12:53.511+08:00

To tell the truth, I'm quite entertaining the idea that maybe just maybe I am turning gay. Not that I'm getting any amount of attention from the same sex, still getting pervy glances from dirty old (now they've a race too) men. What the hell. My skirt can't possibly be that short, it's mid-thigh and I have legs like chickens. I mean, not skinny legs but elephant chickens. So yes.Grifter - No. 11

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-63290955759257632132007-06-04T11:55:00.001+08:002007-06-04T12:48:52.637+08:00

My editor just told me this, whilst we sat down discussing the feature I wrote for the FIVB.Some of the things, or rather the way I wrote, kinda gave the impression that I swung the other way. Which could be bad for me because then people typecast and stereotype me as being the lesbian or rather, not straight, sports journalist from Sportmag. He took the liberty to making me look straight.I heard

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-27164874929394611182007-06-04T00:44:00.001+08:002007-06-04T00:55:00.085+08:00

1. That I watched the demo for Starcraft II. It is sex. Like really. Hardcore sex. I am loving the Protoss every minute. 15 minutes of unsolicitated concentration on my PSP just watching the gameplay. THE PROTOSS HAVE A MOTHERSHIP AND THE PLANET CRACKER LOOKS DAMN AWESOME! 2. The bus ride was unfortunate because just as we reached JB, the immigration checkpoint or whatever it was, it died. It

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-15518120150501096712007-06-03T21:16:00.000+08:002007-06-03T23:03:30.832+08:00

I AM HOME! OMG THANK GOD I'M HOME!So much drama. Seriously. I tell you I think people think I'm nuts because when the rest of the family is going nuts and stressing out and shouting at each other I'm sitting down laughing my head off. Nicotine-deprived.HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW PAINFULLY TORTURING IT IS TO BE IN A COUNTRY WHERE EVERYONE SMOKES EVERYWHERE AND YOU CAN'T DO THE SAME THING BECAUSE YOU'RE

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-37132354531117393522007-05-30T14:31:00.001+08:002007-05-30T14:31:53.114+08:00

Apparently, sitting in the toilet with a pen and paper in hand is actually very beneficial. How many brilliant creative ideas were magically woven from the confines of the toilet? What is it though about expelling fecal matter that aids in creativity? Is that how you spell it in the first place? Fecal that is. Or was it faeces. Or is that spelling wrong as well?Anyway. My nose is beginning to

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-51495379856232120752007-05-30T01:26:00.000+08:002007-05-30T01:28:36.807+08:00

There are times where it creeps up on you unaware. Or rather, you are aware just that you've been denying it for far too long. Those times you just feel like giving it up and giving in to the moment. But a simple word, a simple reminder is all it takes for that little bubble to burst, sending you crashing down to earth like a meteorite.So I had fun today because retail therapy is always bliss.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-45821473854913103752007-05-29T16:49:00.001+08:002007-05-29T16:50:28.568+08:00

There are 2 things I want for my birthday. I need to spam this on my sister's blog as a hugeass hint. HAHAHAHAHA!Nokia 7390 and a pair of Oakley Grapevines.Simple right? :D

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Hypocrisy goes hand in hand with contradictions. It's a human failing and try as we might, sometimes we just truly can't help it. But I'm sure there's got to be a way with which we can fight it. Or is it not meant to be fought in the first place?Hello I am a journalist and so are you. We're working in the same line and we're talking to the same people. Is it not polite, at the very least, to

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-44917357699635421452007-05-29T10:48:00.000+08:002007-05-29T10:49:16.718+08:00

Sometimes she wishesthat someone would talk about herin that manner.That sweet tender lovingness,with reverence or perhaps love.Then again, who am I kidding.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-10630620421789470772007-05-28T13:06:00.000+08:002007-05-28T13:18:44.761+08:00

You know there are times where I can be so amazed by the amount of superficial trash we think and talk about. And then there are times when I'm just going WTF at all these deep insightful nonsense that we believe is going to save the world or at least redeem us in the eyes of the higher power (which might or might not exist depending on your fancy) so that we'd get that last chance ticket into

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-69643917625616784112007-05-28T11:40:00.001+08:002007-05-28T12:04:05.732+08:00

A bunch of things we have all learnt from each other over the course of the past four days on Sentosa.1. That the whole company more or less knows that I smoke.2. That I know my editor smokes, occasionally.3. Cameras make for good topic of conversations.4. You can never and shouldn't even ever, judge a person by the cover of their book.5. Not all athletes are friendly, the foreign kind at least.6

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-60502124351869002007-05-27T23:41:00.000+08:002007-05-28T00:50:02.463+08:00

It's finally over. I can finally rest, somewhat. Not that it's nothing new, since I keep mentioning it all the damn time BUT, I have been thinking again. A fork in the road. And it's more than just two paths. I think about the term 'moving on' and 'getting past it' and everything else and ask myself numerous questions. But then I realise that the more I brood about it and think about it, the more

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-28372094852495289402007-05-25T21:06:00.000+08:002007-05-25T21:14:28.181+08:00

I am beginning to entertain the idea of questions. Of asking questions and making each of life's little turns and twists into a question. Maybe that'll help me get over the skittishness of talking to people and doing my work.I suppose the ideal in anyone and everyone's life is to be able to be in the profession that you're passionate in. Be it art or finance or education. But so few people are

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The shots and captions on the website are nice. Good job.So says the boss and I feel happy. Little does he know that some of the shots belong to me. I didn't really like the shots from the guy we tried out today. Andre and Jimmy still rawk in the photography scene. I have a crush on Hakedal from Norway. She's so aggressive and cute and adorable and everything else!Say hello to Nila Ann Hakedal!

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Well, I have a tan and it's uneven as hell. There's internet connection at Sentosa and I'm running around; shuffling between getting quotes from people, doing random interviews, watching the matches and getting scorched by the nice hot sun. Yay. Note the tone of sianified sarcasm. And yes, I brought my laptop because I have to upload pictures from the photographer's memory card, look at then,

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-90870075045191805642007-05-23T08:07:00.000+08:002007-05-23T08:47:44.876+08:00

Selective memory can be a bitch.HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAIKHA! I'll see you later tonight. ;DDesperate times call for desperate measures. Reinvention takes priority over a lot of things. Anyway. Late again for meeting. I hate going down to schools. I'm leaving the notebook home. Fucking heavy sia.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-442195744323079242007-05-23T01:18:00.000+08:002007-05-23T01:38:35.843+08:00

I never really knew who he was. I never really talked to him. I never really saw how he looked like. But he vanished and well... another star in the scene gone. Just like Paul. There's a strange kind of sorrow? Displaced and detached. Whilst some are still stunned by the news, the rest of the world still goes on.R.I.P Wayne 'Thunder' Seah.If we left our lives now, if we went back the way we came

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-13841544738261575112007-05-22T10:28:00.000+08:002007-05-22T11:11:09.632+08:00

Maybe it's just poor blood circulation on my part but my right hand hurts. That little nook between the middle finger and the ring finger. It's like, I can't seem to hold anything for long without the whole area going numb with pain. Selective carpal tunnel. How evil.In anycase, I am the only one in the office. Literally. Even the Art Director is over at Sentosa. God knows what they're doing

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-60429577600630052792007-05-22T06:14:00.000+08:002007-05-22T06:16:55.041+08:00

Words cannot express how I feel.How I've been feeling.Wrenched apart, torn inside and pulled asunder.The truth hurts doesn't it?Now I look at myself and I think:So pitiful. So utterly pathetic.I've never felt more vulnerable, never felt so much without purpose.I can claim myself to be everything else - cold, detached, aloof.But I still feel, only that, I'm just hiding everything else.I don't know

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-8632814343910445432007-05-21T17:01:00.001+08:002007-05-21T17:25:07.835+08:00

This is a new level of boredom. Playing almost every game imaginable on Popcap, Miniclip and even Yahoo. Don't get me wrong, I do work too. Just finished two articles and I'm thinking on how to get started for the next few. I can feel the hype for the FIVB already though it's a wonder why there're still so many tickets left. There's this temptation to grab one and the party tix. Ohhh I wanna

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-53851584611789936392007-05-21T10:54:00.000+08:002007-05-21T11:32:57.220+08:00

I am somewhat all alone in the office. And that's a good thing. Have tonnes of things to clear, work-wise. And I won't be so pressurised because the editor is sitting behind me. Suppose everyone is at Sentosa now, welcoming the first batch of players from all over the world. Either that or the airport.It's been a tiring week. Got myself a pretty notebook/journal for random sketches and musings.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-44061608404314884272007-05-20T19:39:00.001+08:002007-05-20T19:39:43.150+08:00

Create your own Friend Test hereDO IT!

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-45301627787208342082007-05-20T13:54:00.000+08:002007-05-20T14:45:27.132+08:00

1. I'm quite chao ta. At least I feel like it. Hot sun. Hot hot heat. I WILL SAVE UP AND GET MYSELF A PAIR OF OAKLEYS!2. I have an ugly shitass Havaianna tanline.3. I will never again wear jeans to a morning athletic event. THE SUN KILLS!4. I think I need to sleep but I'll be damned if I concuss now.5. Now saidshitlocked person says that one of his random friends say that I look like a carebear.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-9320790350742044552007-05-19T22:56:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:30:57.159+08:00

Putumayo music is the sex.Yummeh. I have 6 Cs (combination of +-), 4Bs, 2As and 1D. HAHAHAHAHA! Awesome. I've no frickin clue how to calculate my GPA so fuck that. I'm gonna go enjoy some Latin music right now. Mmmsalsa.Right, ought to prepare my stuff for tomorrow. Pullover, shorts, slippers and shades to hide the panda eyes. Damn. I'm still debating: to cut my hair or grow it out.We'll see the

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-56803625619624428192007-05-19T00:15:00.000+08:002007-05-19T01:44:31.232+08:00

Perv level in the neighbourhood just upped. Fat old man in a Merc slowed by me, trailed me, wound down the window and tried to say something and then moved slowly off. He turned into the lane to Chris's house, slowed down and looked as if he was about to turn. But traffic got to him. I had to run in heels. They hurt. But I'm a sucker for vanity at times.THE LETTER TO COLLECT THE &^#$*^$ING DEGREE

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-1268469566832006912007-05-18T15:42:00.000+08:002007-05-18T15:50:25.855+08:00

I'm trying really hard to be a sports writer. But I just can't seem to get the angles right. It isn't about reporting the game. Any other reporter can do that. I'm supposed to be able to see the game, see the sport or the event in a way that's different from everyone else. Produce something that hasn't already been reproduced by thousands others in every other publication circulating the

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-81799993913757439922007-05-17T11:44:00.000+08:002007-05-17T12:41:50.419+08:00

I'm so sleepy. But playing this stupid game called Hammer Heads on Popcap sure woke me up. There's always the thrill of being caught playing games. Somehow I get this strange feeling the editor ain't really that happy with me. But what did I do? Been sending mails back and forth to the Original 6. Guess no meet up tonight lest we crash Shaikha's shindig at Wala.Now... who else to call to chill

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-75193760369818390242007-05-16T20:28:00.000+08:002007-05-16T20:44:38.775+08:00

I restricted access to my blog. As yet, there are only four people who have access to it. That's of course, because I invited you in. The homies, my kindred soul and the turtle. Everyone else, uninvited, can go fuckoff.I dislike Sylar. A lot. Took half day leave because I was really sick, ended up concussing and waking up to finish up episode 19. Thank god tomorrow is Thursday. One more day to

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-61266905056443032092007-05-16T11:05:00.000+08:002007-05-16T11:12:15.172+08:00

Forgive me if I sound the least bit ecstatic with regards to what I have to say.WHY THE FUCK WOULD I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU BEING IN THE CHINK PAPERS?!Seriously. Stop wasting my sms with your nonsense.That said, the flu/cold/Niagaralike condition of my nose is making me cranky. Coupled with that time of the month and the arctic conditions of my office. I want to go home, take like a whole slab of

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-15257016919262385732007-05-16T03:13:00.000+08:002007-05-16T03:14:35.110+08:00

Technically, I didn't really wake up late. I just took my own sweet time. Now thanks to the freezing climate in the office I'm going to fall sick. In fact, I already am. Sneezing mucus, sniffling the rest of my life away and feeling so stoned and lethargic. I am so going over to DG to SB to buy coffee. I NEED MY CAFFEINE (and nicotine) FIX!!!My other number is back online. The phone is fucked up

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-30728136760258623672007-05-14T12:32:00.000+08:002007-05-14T12:46:29.310+08:00

Watching Donnie Darko last night made me think a little about self-sacrifice. The only thing that I can come up with, simply, is that it's also about choice. You already know the outcome of your future, of your actions; so what do you do with the knowledge? I guess in some strange way, what Donnie was pretty admirable. I used to think it was a dumb show, like hello? Man-sized rabbits for starters

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-4947917114501223532007-05-13T19:55:00.000+08:002007-05-13T20:20:40.809+08:00

Just a quick one.Yesterday was embarassing as hell. My whole body aches. Am currently in an extremely bad mood. For a lot of things and for a lot of reasons. My tan, or what was left of it, got fucked again thanks to beach volleyball. Oh yes, I almost fell while turning the kettle off and I concussed the whole day of today before being nagged to get up and shower.I still feel like concussing. 3

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-59434190611486482792007-05-12T10:29:00.000+08:002007-05-12T11:28:57.666+08:00

How far longer can you keep everything inside, bottled up and not expect some form of explosion? I'll turn it to how long can I keep everything in, forget them and move on to the next. Forgetting is not necessarily a bad thing. Detachment and coldness scores even higher on the scale. I'm trying to think back though when all of this began, how it comes so second nature and why I don't feel any

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-48544230921097035462007-05-11T11:25:00.000+08:002007-05-11T11:29:03.872+08:00

My hair is taking an eternity to grow. Currently, its in the unruly, uncontrollable and most-likely-to-catch-fire phase. Yes yes I know I keep telling this to other people. Patience is a virtue. Done with Bleach 125. I will start having frequent but smaller meals if only to speed up this weightloss-musclegain process. R says that I'll look weird wiry. I'm not planning for wiry, I'm aiming for

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-76103143074500027412007-05-10T23:04:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:30:57.459+08:00

Hello world. Slow addiction.CW: 119lbsGW: 110lbsUGW: 95lbsGo figure that one out. Waiting for my body to cool down. I take about 10mins to run 2km. If this were Napfa, I'd have to clear the 400m in under 2min to hit an old record. Yes yes, I know that's pretty bad timing. But hey, I've short legs. :$ Maybe I need to quicken my pace. And I think now I should just run Monday, Wednesday and Friday

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-72869958080978989292007-05-10T16:53:00.000+08:002007-05-10T16:54:08.037+08:00

Couple of things to note about the day:1. FUCKING DRAGGY!2. Finishing the flyer, just one more part, pictures and I am done.3. My internship ends in August, not September as I initially thought.4. I DON'T NEED TO BRING THE STUPID HEAVY-ASS CAMERA ON SATURDAY!5. I am going to run tonight. Chris, wanna run?6. I am going to get a nice tan on Saturday, by hook or by crook. Which explains why I will

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-90161629808642874852007-05-10T12:18:00.000+08:002007-05-10T12:20:50.649+08:00

Wow, I never thought that INSEAD was actually a business school instead of some science research facility centre that looks like it came out of a B grade horror scifi flick. Hmm. And it's near my house too. BUT! Get this:INSEAD is known to be one of the most selective business schools in the world, with an admission rate undisclosed but considered to be roughly 20% of the applicants.[citation

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-52752020286930174852007-05-09T19:43:00.001+08:002007-05-09T19:43:58.834+08:00

For some strange reason, today I went to run at 7 in the morning. Last night after picking up a call, I concussed. My sister said I snored and she was tempted to kick me so that I'd shut up.Was I really that tired? I don't remember much. It's the kind of sleep that grabs you suddenly and next thing you know you're like omg wtf what happened did someone snatch my body?!But anyway, that's besides

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-35929888943353290502007-05-08T23:46:00.001+08:002007-05-09T00:02:34.413+08:00

Blogger ate up my entry.Contemplating a shoot tomorrow. Been awhile since I held my own camera and took shots not related to work. Might be more of a chance in KL but eh, we'll see. Maybe I should sign up for one of em' photography courses. Down to 5 more episodes of Heroes. Last one and I'll concuss. Enjoy the rest of my week before hell decides to fester.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-71958613938500875632007-05-08T15:54:00.001+08:002007-05-08T16:07:45.366+08:00

Super early for work and the China lady just got in at 11 and I finished watching The Fix. Paramore's cover of My Hero is on perpetual repeat. Setlist for Saturday is like this:5 SecondsEmpty VesselsPressure (Paramore Cover)Room of ApathyFaces in the MirrorMy Heart (Paramore Cover)WallflowerAnd he says that I sound like Daphne and its the high squeakyness all over again. Only difference is my

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-45960649576322262102007-05-08T15:54:00.000+08:002007-05-08T15:55:24.915+08:00

Super early for work and the China lady just got in at 11 and I finished watching The Fix. Paramore's cover of My Hero is on perpetual repeat. Setlist for Saturday is like this:5 SecondsEmpty VesselsPressure (Paramore Cover)Room of ApathyFaces in the MirrorMy Heart (Paramore Cover)WallflowerAnd he says that I sound like Daphne and its the high squeakyness all over again. Only difference is my

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-84504122290402867412007-05-07T22:56:00.000+08:002007-05-07T23:27:38.288+08:00

I had a very weird encounter on my way back. This black car basically drove in the wrong way. They stopped, two guys, asked me where the nearest ATM was. Next thing they, or rather the baldy beside the driver, said to come out and have coffee sometime. Then he wanted to get my number.I just raised my eyebrow, said no thanks and 'beeped' my way in, not before letting one of my neighbours in as

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-50991126920884903692007-05-07T17:47:00.000+08:002007-05-07T18:04:46.285+08:00

If being stupid is suddenly realising that you've left yourself to be extremely vulnerable and helpless, then by god, I am stupid. I watched 5 episodes of Heroes at work, actually concussed for awhile and am currently waiting for 6:15pm before I can head down to the Youthpark for acoustic.Not easy to explain the epiphany of sheer utter stupidity because then I'd reveal too much.Sometimes we wake

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-39423391598549339222007-05-07T10:41:00.000+08:002007-05-07T11:08:30.995+08:00

Last night the ex got his closure. He was talking about a conversation he had with his friends, about that one person in your life who really got to you. Like emotionally and psychologically and everything else. Guess who that person was?The one question to ask, when he's at Death's door (although in this case unlikely since he's already asking me) was why?but like why, you got me completely,

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-80528888491310024392007-05-06T22:19:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:30:57.855+08:00

Today's jam was ok I guess. I find that the initial theme for Room of Apathy has somehow gone offcourse. I guess change is necessary, just as long as I stick to it for gigs in time to come. Speaking of which, mentioned the 12th May acoustic set. Practising tomorrow after work and maybe once more before the day itself (hell, what about on the day itself haha!). Have decided that I'll go back to

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-87646276402278077232007-05-06T01:19:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:30:57.996+08:00

Watching 200pound Beauty made me wonder if changing everything physically, physiologically; would it make things better? Age catches up. I think too much and worry for the future. Stability and security is the number one priority. I just need to settle on a topic and write as if my life depended on it. Temporary financial bliss and maybe even a short sabbatical.I'm allowed to dream aren't I?One

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-48861603827506020182007-05-04T20:52:00.000+08:002007-05-04T20:58:04.651+08:00

I think when you buy stuff to run, you feel compelled to run. Got my Nano an armband and ran 50 minutes. Got lost in my own neighbourhood. The only thing running through my mind was, whoa, this place has changed. Spend too much time outside that I forgot how beautiful the neighbourhood actually was. Did two laps, so that's roughly 20 minutes each.Refreshed. Very very energized.Got the right

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I don't have much to say save for the fact that I need to do something about being punctual and on-time. GRAR!Discipline. Beginning to lack it already. I am going to go home now and run for a good hour. Oh yeah, now I remember what I needed to get. That strap-thing for my Nano. There is this pair of Asics sneakers that I'm itching to get. But I don't wear sneakers on a regular basis!Nevermind. No

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-66592371386735943182007-05-04T00:52:00.000+08:002007-05-04T00:53:01.618+08:00

I've missed my classmates. I did join Imran, Mike and Joanne for lunch at Suntec (which resulted in me reaching the office at 1400hours when I left at 1130hours. eep!). Fish & Co. Very jelak after awhile. Life's slowing down, which is a good thing. I haven't had proper rest, the kind where you wake up the next morning feel utterly refreshed. Each day I keep needing to hit the snooze button three

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-35040702326348152452007-05-02T21:50:00.000+08:002007-05-02T22:03:26.524+08:00

Rob Thomas - Little Wonderslet it go,let it roll right off your shoulderdon't you knowthe hardest part is overlet it in,let your clarity define youin the endwe will only just remember how it feelsour lives are madein these small hoursthese little wonders,these twists & turns of fatetime falls away,but these small hours,these small hours still remainlet it slide,let your troubles fall behind

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-5721491435411637222007-05-02T15:27:00.000+08:002007-05-02T15:28:07.038+08:00

Coffee didn't wake me up.Spilling coffee onto the floor did. Well, at least it doesn't reek of socks and feet yes? Something more flavourful, intense and unique. Haha. Who am I kidding.Let's just pray and hope the editor and anyone else doesn't come in and find my little act of folly. It was an accident. I should get myself a mug or some shirt after buying coffee from the coffeeshop nearby. Geh.

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Friends to keep are those with whom you can pick up right where you left off even when the lapse in communication and contact could have spanned several days, months, weeks and hell, even years.Now those are friends.And it's like the lapse never happened. It's as if you've been seeing each other everyday. You don't ever seem to run out of things to say because you're so random and alike you jump

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-48416923164053193952007-05-02T00:31:00.000+08:002007-05-02T01:59:40.711+08:00

You know, as much as this sounds so odd and weird, this actually made me laugh. My best friend just told me that I am fucked up but he still loves me as his best friend. We're all psychotic people on this otherwise fucked up earth. Maybe that's the reason why we exist. Counter-balance to everything else that's been placed here.I know that I can be cruel, I know that I can be cold. I know my

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-43527102121629873182007-04-30T16:52:00.000+08:002007-04-30T16:55:33.147+08:00

It's not my fault that I am so very addicted to this song. The lyrics sum up everything that's my life right now. Cartel - Burn This CityStay up all night and sleep all day,We were smart kids with too much to say,and so, so sure that they were missing out.They're the ones who are missing outWe were elemental. Talked down to bare essentials.Who knew we'd get so far?Cause our days were numbered by

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-22928085228549974682007-04-30T14:44:00.000+08:002007-04-30T14:49:26.653+08:00

Great. Tonight's meeting got cancelled and pushed to Thursday because they don't have the right attire. Umm yes. So that means no recording and jam this Thursday and I'm hoping to see if the boys can make it on Sunday. Really wanna hear what our songs sound like outside of the studio. Oh well.Imran made me walk to the DBS at Rochor. Yes, I got paid. The first 200 goes to clearing out bills and

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-87536614640349499252007-04-30T13:13:00.001+08:002007-04-30T13:13:48.548+08:00

Please don't ever buy ballpoint brands that're manufactured by Popular. There's absolutely no calibre and quality. It sucks. The ink doesn't flow smoothly, you've to apply quite a bit of pressure and the colour/stain is just too faint and light for the likes of me.My editor, has apparently vanished. He came in awhile ago and then left with a plastic bag and the camera. I need to fag, a little

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-23450867146647879602007-04-29T23:05:00.000+08:002007-04-30T01:09:28.761+08:00

They grow, pushing through the layer of pink flesh and making their presence known. So I suffer in silence, muttering and rambling and lisping my way through conversations. Old songs that used to be a teensy bit depressing, now have new meaning. :D Things aren't that bad after all. Just gotta be more appreciative and thankful for the things I have and for the people in my life.Time to retire. I

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-16575257730720924312007-04-29T12:55:00.000+08:002007-04-29T13:44:09.704+08:00

Dad wants to go on a vacation at the end of May. I've told my mom about the Phuket trip. All's well, green light given for the go. Watching Thank You For Smoking and feeling like lighting up my own lil' stash.If you argue correctly, you're never wrong.Who says you don't learn from movies?I'd talk more but I'm too tired to think beyond work and the desire to fag. Ciao.

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White wine is so much better than red wine. Lychee martini is alright. Next on the list, let's try chocolate martini! Went drinking with Shar; been eons since we last met up. Hilarious. I got to see the cute barrista boy (of which suddenly I don't really find him as cute anymore). But by the time we went back after meeting up with Grimm and friends, he was gone. Aww. Nevermind.Have new dress, new

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-27168015672992422372007-04-28T14:51:00.000+08:002007-04-28T14:58:27.515+08:00

The more I think about it, the more I feel as if we're all so indeterminately fucked up. Who are we to even place expectations on people? Who are we to define who they are when we can barely even define ourselves?Who gave anyone a right to put another person on a pedestle, particularly when the other person doensn't want to be on the damned piece of mortar. Seriously. All these views and

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-1896684761636297692007-04-28T02:30:00.000+08:002007-04-28T02:48:01.821+08:00

It's been awhile since I actually cried. Or rather, it feels as if it's been a long while. February seemed like forever and it's gonna be May. I just plan on staying in today and catching up on reading, television and the news. Get a bit of work done, rest my tired soul and of course, run. It's about the one thing that seems to keep the hours fly by faster when I'm at work; just thinking about

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-12242585260099711432007-04-27T11:11:00.000+08:002007-04-27T11:12:13.595+08:00

The connection in the library is fucking dodgy. Excellent but I keep getting disconnected. It's beginning to piss me off. Just a little. James Morrison in the morning makes me wonder what exactly it is that I want. I've been offered to work here. Ex-schoolmate is leaving the company and says that there're are gonna be a lot of openings come this June. Very tempted to just tender in my resignation

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-10886001398252678382007-04-27T00:32:00.000+08:002007-04-27T00:43:41.901+08:00

2.21 gigs is a start. Sitting here, sorting out music through the night, knowing full well I have an early day tomorrow and my father insists on us having breakfast as a family. Explanation? We all live beneath the same roof, we rarely see each other. A sister who flies off when the job calls for it, a brother perpetually hibernating in his room. Parents who have no true idea as to what kind of

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-25017094498922331712007-04-26T20:53:00.001+08:002007-04-26T20:53:24.941+08:00

I thought I had something substantial till I realised something crucial. I'm hollow and empty, masquerading as if I've found a reason and purpose. Suddenly it feels as if everything that I've managed to take control of so far, is just slipping out of my hands. Out of control.I don't understand what I'm doing. I don't understand what's going on. I don't understand what I feel. I don't understand

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-44743716971257581592007-04-25T17:35:00.000+08:002007-04-25T17:41:32.296+08:00

Hello lovely people. I have a stomachache and I am at Raffles. Have jam later. Today's plan for catching young boys (I promise to not be so pedophillic in future) playing sepak takraw was cancelled and I had to head to CCK for a meeting. Not bad la just that travelling is a bitch and eats up my EZLink account. Which is sad. If not, HOW TO GET HOME LIKE THAT!No matter. Swap with mum. Why can't

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-27928213820481876812007-04-24T17:56:00.001+08:002007-04-24T17:56:58.310+08:00

Today, I was about half an hour late for the meeting. And I sat there for another half hour and realised that I basically wasted my time. No matter. Spent a good part of the day getting some admin done and now I'm at PS sipping my much-earned coffee (I've been abstaining, haven't you realised?). Grimm video-called me whilst I was getting lost and trying to direct the driver with regards as to

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-23950851260872088672007-04-23T21:30:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:31:02.125+08:00

Shots from Saturday night. Concussed, but I've told you that already. Ran for 20 minutes right after I got home. Feel good and I think I can crawl off into bed and sleep. Tomorrow I have to head to the school before hitting HYSS. I don't have much to say other than this:I am addicted to cereal.Goodnight.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-91974759316450754552007-04-23T18:03:00.000+08:002007-04-23T18:04:41.526+08:00

1. We have a new addition to the office. Her name is Nico/Niko, I don't really know and that kind rhymes. She sits in front of me now. The furniture's all been re-arranged here in the office. Gone are the shelves by the wall and everything is all blank and bare. Kinda creepy.2. I do not get hangovers (thank god for that) but I do get extremely tired and exhausted. I am thinking its because of the

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-46867082416207975372007-04-21T12:17:00.000+08:002007-04-21T12:58:09.207+08:00

Yesteryday's supper was damn filling la. I'M SORRY I MADE YOU GUYS WAIT! No registering today because when I got back home, I concussed. Gonna get ready for jam. Somehow, I don't really feel that damn shacked or tired.BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR!!!I hate waking up with the sniffles. Time to shower and get ready and cabut. There's a family thing going on later, of which I only got to know

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-24287262113084274162007-04-21T01:04:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:31:02.458+08:00

The bestie and I.1998 till now.*You know what's the most messed up thing? That when you have a job already and suddenly all the online job offers that're sweet are piling in. Damn fucked up la. But what to do. Another three more months and I'm off the internship. Man. Time flies really fast. FIVB in May and then Phuket in June. I don't know what's happening in July to September but I hope it's as

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-53708730728464710202007-04-19T16:08:00.001+08:002007-04-19T16:08:53.567+08:00

I was wrong to think that people wouldn't consider subscribing to the magazine. But after spending a good portion of the day/morning (note: I only just finished the whole thing like 15 minutes ago and now it's 1332hours) cutting out the addresses, sticking them and the stamps onto the envelopes, slotting in the magazine and sealing everything, I realise that I was kinda wrong.That's a lot of

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-83494148515091777952007-04-19T01:53:00.000+08:002007-04-19T01:57:53.474+08:00

Two words shall sum up today. Or rather, yesterday. Fucking shacked. I do not like carrying that camera back home with me. I need like one of those super duper damn gao/kao full body massages because I ache everywhere. Growing old la and rheumatism and arthritis is settling in and all that shit.- Office lunch was PIZZA HUT! Haven't had that in eons.- My colleagues are pretty fun and funny people.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-23298931456434607112007-04-18T12:56:00.000+08:002007-04-18T12:58:28.628+08:00

When you don't have money for coffee, you go for the next best alternative. That would be Redbull. I know. I promised I wouldn't drink so much but I need to stay awake and complete at least two articles today. Been slacking off so much. Don't really know what and how to write it.Ok. Now I'm wide awake. Editor is coming back from the meeting. I don't think he's been too happy with me as of late.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-37524810202624415182007-04-17T22:28:00.000+08:002007-04-18T00:14:31.027+08:00

Why're people so eager to get married? I wanna settle when I'm 28. By then, I should be financially stable, able to stand on my own. Then again, if I am wholly capable of looking after myself (and possibly even my parents), do I even want to get married?Dilemma. A short jog about the house to Yui's Rolling Star. This time I will truly stop procrastinating get my ass back to being lean. Haelthily,

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-59281575480959761332007-04-17T19:35:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:31:02.761+08:00

I didn't like my time there.I didn't enjoy it.How ironic.I can still fit into the shirt though.As Lizard King would say, because I never grew.Yeah, maybe I never did.And this was one of the smaller shirts I owned.Kinda figuring out where the rest went.Hmm.I passed by my college today.I stepped onto the hockey turf at Delta.And all these memories rushed back.God, I miss those moments.And Marc, I

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-38013358055799710042007-04-17T05:30:00.000+08:002007-04-17T05:35:43.534+08:00

You don't know me.You think you do. You think you see right through me. But it's like the diamond theory. More than one facet and just when you think you've gone beyond one, you find there's another 8435843759834 more where that came from.How can I explain myself without being vague. How can I express things that are too hard to say. I'm not supposed to be bogging myself with all these things.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-19507697157526217722007-04-16T23:50:00.000+08:002007-04-17T00:05:45.338+08:00

Athlete - WiresYou got wires, going inYou got wires, coming out of your skinYou got tears, making tracksI got tears, that are scared of the factsRunning, down corridors through, automatic doorsGot to get to you, got to see this throughI see hope is here, in a plastic boxI've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyesYou got wires, going inYou got wires, coming out of your skinThere's dry blood,

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-45081261325976418932007-04-16T11:54:00.000+08:002007-04-16T12:11:03.954+08:00

Thank you Redsports for making my life significantly easier.:)Will be catching testosteron-charged action later.Now to go through ebay and yahoo auctions to find myself a cable. Hmm. I love my sparta!Meeting the boys later for dinner, coffee and smokes. Yummeh.

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I miss everything so much that it's slowly beginning to wrap me in. I've been looking at all our old photos. The 6 of us. I remember the journey there, when we stopped over at Bangkok and me and Imran went to smoke and the rest followed. There was no ventilation, it was all weird and queer and walking from one end of the terminal to get to the other end where our continuing flight to Los Angeles

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-71732784502395281722007-04-15T04:58:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:31:03.036+08:00

Ahmad, you shoulda been here.Nonetheless, you guys are still my favourite boys.♥ many many.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-59960769513332531482007-04-15T00:45:00.000+08:002008-12-10T04:31:03.214+08:00

Phuture's filled with a lot of kids. I'm not yet 22 but hell if I didn't feel old when they told me their ages. They definitely did not look their age.And they thought I was 19. HAH!A Thorn For Every Heart;A Night to Remember, A Morning to ForgetI can’t love your eyes (Its all your fault)I’m pushing back for more (As time flies by you wait for it)And they paralyse (And for anything at all)I can’t

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-67162923471482713772007-04-14T22:44:00.000+08:002007-04-14T23:22:22.878+08:00

I think my life would be a hell lot easier if I wasn't straight.I wouldn't be landing myself in this mess. Nor would I have gotten myself into it in the first place.I am going to go out and buy cigarettes now. Because I am in dire need of a smoke and because I had way too much to eat. Damn but I'm friggin full.

the burning epiphanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317342288829902773.post-22536894958419875932007-04-13T16:57:00.000+08:002007-04-13T16:59:25.424+08:00

Today's lunch was Subway. Cold cut slices of turkey on parmesan cheese (or whatever it is) bread and honey mustard sauce with lettuce. Yummers. Thanks Imran for the bite. We're well on our way to a healthy lifestyle. Really owe him a lot for the tuna of yesterday and lunch.It's between drinking and clubbing. Trying to get the Lizard King down to join us. He better. I've yet to see how the boy

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What's awesome is meeting new people with whom you can click with instantly. Awesome is when you guys can spend literally 4 hours talking about everything and anything and there isn't a lull in the conversation at all. What's awesome is when you all have the same likes - anime, games, psychology, philosophy.What's awesome is sitting down with two people - one your brother and another his friend,

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Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™Check it out. I'm a cool Sofisticat. Deliberately spelt that way.

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Dear Neverwhere, we need to jam soon. I miss our music, rocking out and losing my voice each time because I just get too damned hyper. Also, I ♥ you guys. Sniff.I can outdrink you.Other news. Tuna sandwiches are my best friend. Maybe not size zero la. I shall attempt a size 2. Right now I'm in between size 6 and 8. Weight fluctuations are not my best friends.WOOTS! Another article complete! BMX,

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Step 1.At all costs, avoid. Step 2.Ignore. Step 3.Process complete.Imran offers to make me a sandwich. Jo sends me a scan of the letter she wrote. And all this time, she's on my mind. Shane, why do you have to look so damn good. Right. Time for lunch (which translates into smoke like fuck hour long break).

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Today the boss said that I could stay in the office and clear up some articles. He's gone off to catch the B Division finals for volleyball and take some shots. Again, as I sit here staring at Microsoft Word, it rains. Fucking cats and dogs everywhere. Unfortunately, I'm not wearing slippers and so my flats are gonna get soaked and stinkified. Bloody hell.Almost got caught when I was on my way

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