never was it known that she would get sick of work.the environment around her.that classy-ness that once amazed her was now gone, washed down the drain.its just a week and yup, she's just completely sick of everything.she hates it--plain obvious.cleaning the glass displays with that dust-filled black and white duster.then cleaning it with that orange-coloured cloth and then spraying that glass cleaning blue crap liquid over it and den cleaning it with that dirty and rotten white cloth.she is sneezin and sighin every now and then.erricson's on leave.haslan's on leave.joe was plain busy.ivy was busy hating...and cheryl was busy with her thai customer.that leaves her, just her alone.smiling and giggling and sighing to herself and running to nowhere and...there was completely nothing for her to do.aint got a design assignment for poor her to do.regrets are constantly on her mind.she tries to lie to herself.it would be alright tomorrow but it wouldnt, she knows that just too well.too much work kills her.no work bores her.aint got a single clue what the fark she wants.she misses school terribly.she wouldnt mind the stress it might kill her with.at least she had something to work towards to.at least she has got that motivation.at least she has got a deadline to meet.at least shes filled with panic every now and then.but now, shes just sick of complaining.sick of doing nothing.she should do something about it.she shouldnt just mope around and carry on hoping the world would change.shes trying her best to adapt to the surroundings.she is trying to go with it and not against it.its far to tired and challenging to do so and it would be nearly impossible for her to continue the way she wants it to be.all she can do now is just let it go.just let the current take her to where it wants to go.she shall let nature takes it course.no more pushing, no more striving for perfection.she shall take things at her own stride.regardless of whether she like it or not.this is her life.and shes beginning to give up hope on her future.


** they say money can't buy you love.they say money can't buy you love.they never seem to listen.it's the simple things in life we forget.you hear her talking but don't hear what she said.why do you make something so easy so complicated.searching for what's right in front of your face.but you can't see it.don't be a fool.you got a good thing,her.man are you blind stupid or crazy?you got a good thing.you got a good thing.if shes your lady.you better hold on.and give her what she want.before she moves on.man I tell you cars, clothes, and fancy things don't mean a damn thing to her.Don't let this be the thing you'll always regret.

ade:s @ Saturday, April 02, 2005