I think I am a walking Blogger.
If there is a kinda chip in my brain,I would have it connect to my account at blogspot.
So it will keep blogging my running thoughts.
No kidding.

And now as I sit my ass down,I kinda forgot all the GOOD stuff that whiz past my brain on my way back home.
So much for a Word Warrior.
Blah!

My vocab reeks!
(Yea,I mean Reeks!Coz it stinks.)

Ok...Here goes.
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Today is one of the most BORING days at work.
Mingli wasnt here.
Not even Jamie.
Justin went for 'sales visit' at the end of the day.(yea,that client is his friend.Really!)
Moo2 isnt here too.
No more Jade.
So I am really bored!

I didnt have to call any more.
And it sucks sitting there.

And really all these made me FED UP!
Man,what kinda life is this!

Sure..get paid sitting there doing nothing.
Hey,I'm growing piles!And my piles are growing fungus!And the fungus on my piles breeds mushrooms!
(Ok,I have no idea how does piles look like and dont wish to know for the rest of my life.)

Sucks man!

It made me hungry!
Is this what I want?
Nah!
My performance at Seraya reeks too.
Is this really my standards.

I really refused to believe so.
The more that I fear that my life would be destined to be a unaccomplished soul,the more I refuse to believe so!
I want to do something!

I really would wanna be the person whom they witnessed in the interviews!

Argh!
Kick*Chop*Punch*

HMPH!
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When I reached home,I open my dull,boring,uninteresting,deadly,monotonous,plain(and tell me whatever synonyms) wardrode!
Damn!I think I'm Charlie Chaplin the second!
Black..White..Black and more white.
With few browns,2 or 3 reds and pinks.

NO WONDER my life is so uninteresting as well.

Argh!!
Kick*Chop*Punch*Punch*

And I am proven once again that that auntie sitting in the living room now is my biological mum.

As I walked to the bathroom,she basically made the same comment of my clothing.

Argh!!

Kick*Chop*Punch*Punch*Kick*

So if I am gonna get any clothes this GSS(likely.Hehz!),make sure that I am buying other colours!

But strictly no pastel blue!
Yurks.
Sky blue,baby blue?
I think that is a very uninteresting colour too.
The only thinkg that made this colour looks great is the sky.

Before you tell me 'water' too,please go on the tap and see what colour is your water.

Blah!

And yea,no neon colours.
They are meant for the traffic police.

I know you are gonna blah me coz traffic police dun wear neon colours clothes.Then what are those?Signallers?

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Just as I got tired of my boring life(not for long,I hope),I thought of Jason.
(On my way back too)

I thought sometimes we are not bf/gf but merely dating partners.
Bf/Gf we used to be but time wears us down to dating partners.

Before Jason jumps off his seat while reading this,just lemme con'td.

Is such what time can do to a couple?

Remember those times when all you think of is giving surprises.
Go to a store and wish you could bag down everything just for him/her?
Your finger just cant stop smsing 24-7 and reports how you feel,how's the day and every single detail?

Till now it wears down to a good morning and/or good night msg?
You go to store just look for your own stuff.

Oh man..when is the last rose?(not counting Valentine.I think roses for V day is so downright uncreative and dead)

When is the last time you bother to call me?

When is the last time that you feel romantic and excited in a date?

When is the last time when you feel like 1st date.(sure..a new partner)

Before I start to feel angry at Jason again,I told myself off.(see..how nice am I?)

I told myself that I shouldn't just push everything to Jason just becoz I am feeling tired and lonely.And push him off when I am feeling independent and strong.
It aint Jason but me.

After I bathed,I was proven that that uncle sitting in the living room talking to my mum is my biological dad.

Evidences of heredity proven twice a day is a record.*

He asked me about Jason!
He asked how is him,is he still playing football,did he call me to talk,sms??

I wish I could tell him this:

"Dad,Jason is fine.Yes he is still playing foot ball.No he didnt call me.Smses b/w us could be count within my single hand with a ratio of 3:2."

What?It's the truth wha!

-_-Instead I told him that what for he tell me about soccer,nothing nice also."

This is also the truth.

But what I didnt said is obviously more true coz if you bother to call and tell,I would listen.

If there are few occasions that I didnt listened and blahed you,it could be that I am not in a good mood myself and really soccer isnt the only thing you could blah when you call me.

Ok ok.
I know you are so gonna decided that I am Ji An(in Doreamon) again coz no matter what,you are still a nice bf.(Just as I wont forget that gentle good bye night)

Ok,I am hard to please,hard to romance,hard to everything.

Man,I hate it when I feel so 'strong'.
Cant you just pour acid over me and weaken me?
I need a man who can do that,you know?

No I am not advertising for MCPs.(Fuck you,MCPians)
But merely I need a man who could hush me down to that sweet lil gal when I am with him all times.
Make me in love!

Oh fudge,who knows when that comes I would beg to differ again.

Yea,I am HARD TO PLEASE!