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freaky.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005
With compliments, but without permission, from adam.

i just got freaked out. this is just scary. i don't know whether this is real or not, but it's still freaky okay. read the may 12th post of this blog. after you're done with that, read this article.


omfg.

love & marriage.

Thursday, June 16, 2005
Marriage is holding arguments in the street.

Love is dinner for 2 in your favourite restaurant.
Marriage is a take home packet.

Love is cuddling on a sofa.
Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.

Love is talking about having children.
Marriage is talking about getting away from children.

Love is going to bed early.
Marriage is going to sleep early.

Love is a romantic drive.
Marriage is a drive on topsy turvy tarmac .

Love is losing your appetite.
Marriage is losing your figure.
Love is sweet nothing in the ear.
Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.
Tv has no place in love.
Marriage is a fight for remote control.
Love is 1 drink and 2 straws.
Marriage is "Don't you think you've had enough!".


Conclusion: "Love is blind, Marriage is an eye opener!!!"

some.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005
I hate my hair. I know that sounds vain, but I really do. Somehow, my hair doesn't get tired standing all day long. Putting hair product doesn't help as in less than an hour, it'll go out of shape again.

Someday you'd find this letter in an advice column;

Dear ______,

I hate my hair.

It's killing me.

My dog's hair is nice, smooth and has subtle curls. Her shampoo is just so gambatte.

Is it wise to use it?

Signed,
Fustrated Hair-victim

hard talk.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I sat in the car, secluding my conversations to myself.
Countless derivations of choices floated and sank in, and knowing the Master of None that I am, I begin to wonder what I can possibly do in the future. I've surrounded myself with various stuff that interests me, however too much, and hence never ever being able to be the best at any.

...



Today, though, I'd firmly say that music is what I'd really want to pursue. But then again, what does my Mom want me to pursue? Today we had a heart to heart talk. Apparently, she wants me to take over her business. Surprise, surprise! Well at least part of it. My mom owns 2 furnishing companies, one for smaller projects, like homes, and the other for bigger projects mainly from the marine industry. And not forgetting, her new re-upholstery company as well. It's weird though, I always lived my life with the passion for the furninshing industry, or rather interior design. But now, I feel rather torned between both passions, and that I could only choose one.

bummer.


The choice to her would seem rather simple; a business that could bring money or music that is a rather bleak path at times.

If only one could have both. Could I?

whot kind?





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