how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
working in a bank can be quite a headache sometimes.
1. you never know what clothes to wear
2. the clothes you HAVE to wear make you end up looking like someone you're not. which at least to me, is disturbing.
3. you see a whole chunk of numbers everyday. which to me is bad news. numbers is to me like fire is to water. its a destructive relationship. my head is constantly swimming around in numbers.
but then again, working in a bank can have its perks.
1. i get money! which makes me a viable economic structure. which translates to me helping in the country's economic survival in my own way. albeit in my own little way.
2. i get to buy new clothes because my old wardrobe will probably give the old farts a heart attack. by old fart(s) i do not mean my colleagues with whom i see everyday. there are old fart(s) everywhere in this great big working world. they are invariably the ones that look like theyve been cooped up in a very small and suffocating place for a very long time. hence the term "old fart". back to buying new clothes. buying new clothes! as we all know retail therapy is very, very good.
3. waking up early also means i get to eat more meals a day. HAHA. eating is always good so..im not complaining. though i probably will start to when i begin to feel tight in my jeans.
4. working in a humongous company also means the chances of meeting good looking people to look at increases. looking at good looking people who actually smile back makes one happy daphne. daphne is easily pleased. lol.
and right now, daphne is mighty tired. daphne should go off and watch grey's anatomy.
DAPHNE LOVES GREY'S ANATOMY.
daphne almost died that the last few eps of grey's anatomy took so long to come out.
tata :)
i want.
Dancing on linoleum tiles. Twirling around and around in circles; big circles, big circles giving way to smaller ones. A song from the sixties blaring from the radio on the plastic counter. Hand in hand, round and round they go. Her in a red dress, cropped oh so daringly above the knees; him in a knitted vest, hair slicked back. Neat.
Faster and faster they go. Round and around in circles, hands locked. The world outside is a blur. A flurry of maroon and white and sickly green. The fluorescent light blazes. The white tables, maroon chairs, green counter lights – they diminish: it’s only colours now; pretty colours straight out from a painting.
They’re dizzy. Laughter abounds. The music is gay – it is uplifting. Outside, the world is bleak. The grey world looks on at the seemingly maniac couple lost – lost in their own happy haven. Locked in their circle with colours twirling around them and the world blocked out he sees how pretty she is: lashes long and curled to the point of perfection; she sees how incredibly decent and well groomed he is.
Pity they never ever noticed it before. Dancing on linoleum tiles in a deserted diner, lost in the moment. Dancing on linoleum tiles until the music stops. Dancing on linoleum tiles until the colours fade and the world turns grey. Dancing on linoleum tiles until they part ways and get consumed by the bitterness and the cold once more.
do it do it do it do it do it.
if nobody does it i'm never gonna write in here again.(okay im just kidding) HAHA.
EVERYBODY DO IT.
i did a stupid thing.
LOL.
hey but wenlin did it too. and hers was vicious tongue.
get your stupid nicknames here
this, is my old desktop.
this, is my new! kinda reminds me of some pageant thing dontcha think?
bear with me. im bored. haha
this is so fucking amazing.
I LOVE IT.
i absolutely adore it.
its ironic and its beautiful and its macabre and i dont know what im talking about right now i feel pretty stoned.
have you ever taken sleeping pills with cough syrup and tried to walk in a long, straight line? the effect is fucking hilarious i tell you.
i want to go sleep now tata good night may i dream of misshapen angels with fiery wings again.
MIND BLOCK.
I CANT WRITE. IM A FUCKING RETARD.
DIPSHIT. ASSWIPE. APPLE OF MY EYE. SERIOUSLY?! FUCK FAIRYTALES.
i died the day you came into my arms and continue dying with each breath that you direct at me; each glance; each fleeting touch. i bleed tears for you. night after night of your embrace and yet i find my face awash with blood tears that sting my skin and run rivers down to the gorge that is my heart. my body is a living wound. where your lips graze my skin yawning cuts that throb - that opens me up to a world of pain - appear: on my forehead, my cheeks, neck, stomach and onward down in steady progression.
20060122,
02:36
ANYBODY WHO FINDS ME COFFEE AND CIGARETTES OR THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING WILL BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
i will love you very much.
i will take it in any form available.
thank you very much.
I LOVE AND APPRECIATE MYSELF AND XINYIN(AND HER SISTER) VERY VERY MUCH. :)
