LovabLe Neurotic

this space is my own... the world through my eyes

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

How do you love?

i love this song.. it reminds me of how important a person can be to you, but you mean hardly anything to them... And the best part? You see right through them, and they don't even know. A song that recollects the memories and embodies the soul of a broken hearted.

Collective Soul - How Do You Love?

There once was love thrown into your room
But you never knew
A calendar of days just for you
But you never knew, never knew no

And the truth that you'll find will always be
The truth you hide
So how do you love, how do you love
When your angels can't sing, and your world is still
Lacking of me

There once were eyes that only saw you
But you never knew
A portrait of a flower in full bloom
But you never knew, never knew no

And the words that you fear will always be
The words you hear

This space where you've been living
Has gifts you've never given
That's the face you always show
Ask me for words of wisdom
Tell me of your condition
I don't know, I don't
I don't know

And the truth that you'll find will always be
The truth you hide

Thursday, February 16, 2006

idiots.

Which idiot came up with the line "Silence is Golden"?

That idiot must have been daft, or ignorant.

Silence is not golden, it's oppressive.

At least it's only here, in my office.. with MEDUSA lurking behind everyone's back.

Sigh.

i need to change my job.

to my little babe in Sydney, Australia.

Dear Leanne,

:) Happy to see a post in your honour? It seems like ages since you left back for Sydney, and even longer since the last time we took a pic together (which i have yet to receive fm you...) or walked in a mall together. i miss the times when we would bitch, rant, gossip ... err, no, NetworKing about everything about us, especially *ehem*. The 3.5 weeks that you were here seemed too short a time, and too wonderful to be cruel for it to end so quickly.

Every year i look forward to meeting you in those 'short interludes' when you would leave sydney to look-see your pals and family back home in Malaysia. Every year i waited, and when it finally came, it was always short memories that i sometimes failed to grasp. These short interludes were the peak of our friendship, and perhaps, it strengthened it over the long years..

Wat i wanted to say was... Be strong over there. It may seem like an eternity now, but at the end of June when we head down to Bali together (you are going, RITE?) to celebrate our birthdays, whatever time you spent in Sydney will seem far too short.

Enjoy your course, and your time in Sydney. It'll be years before you go back there for good.. :)

Everyone loves you back home. Why love you? For your incessant laughter (no matter how hard you try, when you start laughing, you'll never stop! And we'll keep making you laugh on and on and on), your compassion for others (which i have ruined in the short time you were home), your wonderful insights into life and lovers (mmhhhmmmmm...), our little 'coffee breaks', how you'd come ALL the way to Sports Barn from home just to whore a ciggie from me, and finally, how trivial you make all our troubles seem when you're around.

*huGz babe* :)

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

&*$%@#!

Mother fucker.

i don't know when or why or how 'mother fucker' became my most favoured profanity.. Perhaps it was last yr? *wonders* i guess i caught it fm kheong (ducks kheong's smack)

Anyhooo, i was supposed to be pissed... *regains composure and reels mind back to being pissed*

Ok... How to begin? THere's this lady in office who's a secretary la.. when we want to book a car, we hv to go through this lady. i was supposed to have a meeting just now, but because we were informed last minute (about.. 1 hour before the meeting) that my portfolio will be passed to pwc.

i had to cancel the damn driver who's supposed to be taking us there.. so i had to get back to the lady. Let's call her M. So, M here started throwing files. No, seriously, she threw the file. THrew a tantrum (in the middle of office, with her voice soaring like a speaker) and tears were brimming in the eyes laaa... apparently my boss called her earlier to cancel the car, and me, being silly (and downstairs and din't know my boss called already) told her we were cancelling the car. Obviously she couldn't vent her anger at my boss, so she vented it at me!

Dude! Throwing files, shouting threats that our group will no longer be able to get a driver, and crying.. isn't cool.

Feel so wronged. Sigh.

$%@#!

And what's it with ppl with 'chill out'? i mean, if you say it once, and ppl say they're fine, why say it again? It pisses me off when i get that same damn statement over and over and over again like i'm some idiot that doesn't understand. If i say i'm ok, believe me, hon, i'm OK. And i hate it when ppl intend to type something, but typed it all wrong.. like "Hey, Chilled out, girl". Yuck.

It's 'chill out'. Not 'Chill-ed out'. So not cool.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

The Little Miss Know-it-All of the century

THe lamest lamest lamest thing happened!!

There's this simple email that i have to send to the HR lady in Amerada Hess. So i didn't know how to write it because it was too simple. i asked chiu wan if she has an example.. she said "Yes.. Vivien asked me to write this last time."

yada yada yada.. oklah, so i copy, paste and change the name and number. Passed it to her and.. then.. nyaaaa ma. She banged me, saying it's too unprofessional.. and i have no sense of 'past and present' tense. Fark her wei. So she's cursing herself unprofessional issit? So it means, she's not smart, and that she herself is wrong and that her mind is more lalang-ed than the most pathetic woman i know? Tiu her nya ma.

Notice the difference k:

1. For your update, Steven Marschang's tax file number is SG11****71-10 (Ms Vivien's first email)

2. For your update, the tax file number for Steven Marschang is SG 11****71-10 (Ms Vivien's ammended her own email, version)


Even my mother has more backbone than that woman.

*gags*

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

You feel me?

Good is Good - Sheryl Crow

Good is good and bad is bad
But you don’t know which one you had
She put your books out on the sidewalk
Now they’re blowing ‘round
But they won’t help you when you’re down

Love’s on your list of things to do
To bring your good luck back to you
And if you think that everything’s unfair
Would you care if you’re the last one standing there

And every time you hear the rolling thunder
You turn and run before the lightening strikes
And does it ever make you stop and wonder
If all your good times pass you by

I don’t hold no mystery
But I can show you how to turn the key
Cause all I know is where I started
So downhearted
And that’s not where you want to be

And every time you hear the rolling thunder
You turn and run before the lightening strikes
And you could find a rock to crawl right under
And let your good times pass you by

When the day is done
And the world is sleeping
And the moon is on its way to shine
All the friends are gone
You thought were so worth keeping
You feel you don’t belong
But you don’t know why

Every time you hear the rolling thunder
And you turn and run before the lightning strikes
Well does it ever make you stop and wonder
If all your good times pass you by

When the day is done
And the world is sleeping
And the moon is on its way to shine
And all your friends are gone
You thought were so worth keeping
You feel you don’t belong
Neither do I