hey there.yup,i'm back.from the dead.today's task was tiring.shen lin (the weird guy) and i nearly died in the warehouse.hot & humid nvm.imagine me...such a small,sweet,cute,petite lil lady,carrying huge and i mean realli HUGE cardboxes,juz nice to fit me in and comfortably.da weight,dun even think about it..i'm juz so glad i came home as one piece and not...warehouse work is tuff,damn tuff and i perspire tons and tons,simply LOADS!heavy boxes to carry,bearing the heat and stuffiness in the warehouse,pushing carts that always seem to go against ur every push.i survived!my hands,dun talk about them--i guess they are no longer baby smooth.it's all torn..yup,that's the most suitable word i can find,in my dictionary.exhausted,exhausted to the bone.my backbone,the usual,aching a lil.i guess i muz realli go see a doc.even now,my mum is gettin a lil bit worried bout my back.finalli she realise i've been complaining way too much bout my backbone and obviously,she's feelin all guilty cozzz of the numerous complains that i had made long long ago--->i'd take u back to yr 2001,when my back started goin berserk.i'm glad my mummy finalli say sometink bout my back,at least she's tryin to show some care.

that day when i was goin to get my bag,i was in the wallet shop,@ Bugis.there was this note that caught my attention.
[it's amazing how parents were so desperate to teach their children how to speak from the very start of their lives and only to ask them to shut up--in the later part of their lives]--not exactly wad it was printed as in word by word but anyway,the idea is there..

it made me think..HEY!SOUNDS LIKE ME!yup,believe it or not,it's been a long time since i actualli talk to both my parents w/o them askin me to shut up.it's a routine now,whenever i talk,it's either they are not bothered or they'd juz cut into what i'm saying ( when i'm like halfway thru) and talk between themselves and me,i'm left yakking away like an invisible person.it happens all the time.even when i'm wif sarah and shan,it's da same old thing.hate the feelin cozz it seems as if i'm not being respected or it's juz a sign to ask me to shut up before i see a flying fist.so wad?am i in a wrong to talk?why is it that no one listens?i get hurt everytime this happens.seriously,i think i don't always crap.there are times i really put myself into other ppl's shoes and speak the truth but yah,as usual,ppl tink that i'm either trying to be funny or crapping.i guess one of the thing i muz find in my future husband is..him,being able to accept my flaws,as in to hear me talk might be like blasting hard satanic songs into other ppl's ears but to him,i'm like the angel in his eyes.he will not only listen but concentrate and really remember what i've got to say.serious,i damn serious now,no kidding..talking is part of my life or shall i say,it's part of everyone's life.coz if we don't talk,then why did the great papa from above made us with a given mouth?for beauty?for display?no,NO!exactly!so,it's only right that when i talk,ppl listen.i'm only human and when ppl talk,i do listen.so it's only fair if u RESPECT me for me and my speech or whatever i haf to say!as for my parents,one day,juz wait for that one fine day when i'm all irritated and pissed,i'd spit out how i truly feel..at least,i'm being made known of..that i do exist in the present time,in reality---case closed-

**DAY 14 (NITE) W/O KHAI & XIAO PENG~
considering bout the BBQ i and sarah are goin to organise
realli ain't sure
whether any of them will turn up..
haf a feelin they wun disappoint me
but all in all..
the main motive behind da BBQ is not to spike some witches,
but to realli enjoy
enjoy that very bit of joy b4 they get into "their world"
and of course,national service for the guys
and for sarah and i, GOODBYE~

ade:s @ Thursday, May 27, 2004